James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes (
woundedwinter) wrote2022-07-25 11:13 am
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Torchwood.
The last place Bucky was looking to find answers was in Cardiff, of all damn places, but he had run out of options.
Seventy odd years ago he was a solider, a sniper in the 107th and he had everything a fella could want. A best friend, a damn good career and a unit he cared for. A mission in the mountains had gone wrong. They were ambushed and in a desperate attempt to save his friend, Bucky fell. He didn't tumble down the side of the mountain or crash into the ice, though. He was swallowed up by a burst of blue-white light and six months ago he dumped in the middle of New Mexico with an artificial left arm and no memory of what had happened to him or why he'd been flung so far into the future.
He called in what favors he could, talked to anyone who would listen, desperate for answers. What had happened to him? Where had he gone? The Howling Commandos were long gone. He had nothing left.
It was easy to strike the deal in the end. Work with Torchwood and try and find the answers. They dealt in the weird and unexplained and god knows Bucky had enough of that.
The last place Bucky was looking to find answers was in Cardiff, of all damn places, but he had run out of options.
Seventy odd years ago he was a solider, a sniper in the 107th and he had everything a fella could want. A best friend, a damn good career and a unit he cared for. A mission in the mountains had gone wrong. They were ambushed and in a desperate attempt to save his friend, Bucky fell. He didn't tumble down the side of the mountain or crash into the ice, though. He was swallowed up by a burst of blue-white light and six months ago he dumped in the middle of New Mexico with an artificial left arm and no memory of what had happened to him or why he'd been flung so far into the future.
He called in what favors he could, talked to anyone who would listen, desperate for answers. What had happened to him? Where had he gone? The Howling Commandos were long gone. He had nothing left.
It was easy to strike the deal in the end. Work with Torchwood and try and find the answers. They dealt in the weird and unexplained and god knows Bucky had enough of that.
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“How is it you can’t remember getting that. And I somehow got the shield back? And not for nothing…. That’s pretty amazing, what you’ve got. Looks like something Howard would build.”
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"None of the scars were fresh when I woke up. Doctors said they were years old already."
Years that he still can't remember.
Bucky finishes stripping down and steps under the spray to distract himself. "That's how I wound up with Torchwood. They deal in weird and I qualified."
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He could shut up. He should shut up. It’s just too late. The words are all tumbling out now.
“I only had to do six months without you, so I count myself lucky there. Things happened. But it’s like finding you at Azzano all over again. I feel lucky.”
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"I missed you. Waking up here, it was hard. Jack and the others, they try, but it hasn't been the same."
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He wrinkles his nose a little and just lathers up what he can.
“Jack seems…. Determined. Chatty without saying much?” Kind of like that Peter kid who talks just to talk.
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"The sink ain't gonna get you clean enough, get in the shower. I found enough clean clothes for everyone."
He pulls on a sweater first, grumbling as the shoulder seams catch on his arm and he has to give up and wrench the whole sleeve off. "Yeah, he's a talker all right. But he cares about his team, he wants to see everyone come home safe." There's still a lot about Jack that he doesn't know, but everyone who comes to Torchwood has secrets.
"And he'll flirt with anything breathing."
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“Are shirts in the future made of newspaper or are you a lot stronger than I remember?”
He’ll get clean in a second, this is far more important!
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"The docs keep wanting a full workup, and I keep finding reasons to tell them no." He can't explain why the exam chair makes him so uncomfortable.
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The moment the curtain closes, Steve loses his smile. He feels emotion climbing up into his throat and swallows as hard as he can against it.
He might sneak a peek of Bucky through the curtain.
Just to make sure he doesn’t disappear.
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Getting answers would be the smart thing to do. But it also makes him worry about what had been done to him. Why did someone take his arm and give him another one? Why can't he remember?
"You know, when we get back it isn't a long flight to France. You should see the place. Hell of a lot different than the last time we were there."
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“I think I might be done with plane rides,” Steve says, still scrubbing at his scalp. He turns off the water and leans out to grab a towel. “And France. And—. Where actually are we?”
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"It's an eight hour drive from Wales, which is where we're based. Cardiff. Right now? We're in Antarctica. Land of snow and ice and damn little else."
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They should clear out for Sylar either way. The guy still looks like he’d gotten into a fight with a red paint store.
And he wants to talk shop with Jack.
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They'll have to track the other anomalies, but with luck they can wait until the return to Cardiff.
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Steve waits until Jack has a moment to ask what they’ll be doing next.
“We have at least two more hours until the vortex manipulator is fully charged. Gabriel used to be able to teleport but he lost it. He’d only be able to take us one or two at a time anyway. When he’s done cleaning up, we’ll go back out. You lot stay here.”
Steve snorts. “I’m coming.”
“No offense but you’re a little too green.”
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"Two more hours? I can make sure everything is running for another week if you need to!"
Bucky grins at Jack making friends with the kid. He's always been good with people. It's nice to see.
"Two hours huh? Okay. If we can get a signal back to Torchwood I can radio in and let them know what the situation is."
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Jack laughs with Bucky, and the arched eye brow the blond gives the Captain goes without answer.
“There should be an array back in the lab. Just don’t release the spiders.”
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Peter brightens, "I can help, I know the systems up there. I mean, they're pretty old but I can get them working."
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They deal with some run of the mill Rift dwellers, and call back their progress as they go until they get separated sometime after they hit the fourth anomaly. The old Main Room where the Rift had once been managed had go into time dilation.
Jack was caught in it…. But Sylar wasn’t. He’s aware of the problem as his feet take him back into the living quarters where John had been resting.
“The flame throwing. How do you do that?”
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So best tread carefully.
"That? That was your run of the mill pyromancy. Magic, mate."
When Jack doesn't return right away, Bucky will drag Steve, and probably by extension Peter, to look for him. Socially he might be late sometimes, but never when he's on the job.
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He wants to know how things work. He wants to know how they interact with the universe. He wants to take something apart to see the gears turning and the springs vibrating.
“Magic.” Magic isn’t real. It’s just science in another package. “How do you do it?”
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"You either have the ability or you don't."
Time dilation.
Wonderful.
Bucky snarls under his breath and starts directing both Steve and Peter on the best way to pull Jack free from it.
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His eyes are already too focused, pupils blown wide open. “Your spider friend was not born with his ability,” Sylar says. It’s likely the only reason why he and Steve are safe. “I would really like to know how yours works.”
Maybe not the telekinesis part. Sylar has that one already.
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The man may not be a demon but he's dangerous. He can see that in his eyes and the way he's carrying himself. John pulls himself to his feet. "Don't go down that path, mate. This isn't a power you can control without consequences."
Like demons. Other mages. Darker forces of the Pit.
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He keeps his head very still for the same reason.
“I’m not…. I don’t want to take it from you,” he lies, anger at himself seeping into the way he looks at John. “I just want to know.”
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