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stark_international2017-02-09 11:18 pm
zimasoldier) wrote in stark_international2017-02-09 11:18 pm
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[WinterHawk] Help me see the way
"Oh wait, its all that I can take
And every single day
A part of my soul is fading
But now, by letting go somehow
Unshackled and unbound
I'm calling out your name, I'm fading
So save me from what I've become"
Characters: Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton
Slash warning
They'd found him. It was a while ago, but Buck still woke every morning to that thought. They found him. It became more of a mantra than anything else. Sometimes it was hard to pull himself out of the depths of his mind when he woke up, so sleep was something difficult to come by for him. He hated sleeping because it meant he might not wake up himself. He might wake up Russian. He might wake up a hazard. Between Stark and Rogers, he worked through it. Now...
They found him.
Now he was a danger to someone else entirely. Someone who couldn't knock him on his ass with fists and a shield. Someone who couldn't take a blow from his arm and recover with enhanced in minutes thanks to a modified virus. Someone who couldn't don a shield or armour and face him head on. Someone who was... breakable. But still, all he had to do was remember, they found him and things were better. Because even if he was vulnerable to the Soldier, Bucky was vulnerable to him, too. He found that out the hard way when Doom held the the man in his metallic grasp. The Soldier had taken over. He wasn't fighting to save his friends, he was slaughtering because they were in his way. All it took was a glimpse of those eyes and the programming melted away like ice in the sun.
They found him and he was alive. Clint Barton was alive!
Barnes woke to that memory every morning since and it kept him grounded. He was strangely okay with that.
The underground facility had been expanded upon over time. The radiation cloud that was New York still kept them shielded from Doom, but they were coming together into a successful resistance, rather than a rescue operation. So when Tony brought him aside and showed him the new training room he'd set up, Buck had been eager to jump right on in. Steve was often his training partner, or Tony with some new Extremis suit, better than the last, he always said. Sometimes, he was able to drag Barton down here. He enjoyed those moments more than most.
So, when the room was darkened, platforms levitated and shifted around to give the archer ample sniping opportunities, Bucky listened for his heart beat. "You know," He began, moving through the darkness with ease. Yes, he had perfect night vision, but he also had a blindfold tied around his eyes. "I believed him for the longest time. I couldn't figure out why someone would willingly call themselves Pigeontoes." Buck said fondly. He whipped around quickly and fired the silver paintball gun in the direction of his beating target...
And every single day
A part of my soul is fading
But now, by letting go somehow
Unshackled and unbound
I'm calling out your name, I'm fading
So save me from what I've become"
Characters: Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton
Slash warning
They'd found him. It was a while ago, but Buck still woke every morning to that thought. They found him. It became more of a mantra than anything else. Sometimes it was hard to pull himself out of the depths of his mind when he woke up, so sleep was something difficult to come by for him. He hated sleeping because it meant he might not wake up himself. He might wake up Russian. He might wake up a hazard. Between Stark and Rogers, he worked through it. Now...
They found him.
Now he was a danger to someone else entirely. Someone who couldn't knock him on his ass with fists and a shield. Someone who couldn't take a blow from his arm and recover with enhanced in minutes thanks to a modified virus. Someone who couldn't don a shield or armour and face him head on. Someone who was... breakable. But still, all he had to do was remember, they found him and things were better. Because even if he was vulnerable to the Soldier, Bucky was vulnerable to him, too. He found that out the hard way when Doom held the the man in his metallic grasp. The Soldier had taken over. He wasn't fighting to save his friends, he was slaughtering because they were in his way. All it took was a glimpse of those eyes and the programming melted away like ice in the sun.
They found him and he was alive. Clint Barton was alive!
Barnes woke to that memory every morning since and it kept him grounded. He was strangely okay with that.
The underground facility had been expanded upon over time. The radiation cloud that was New York still kept them shielded from Doom, but they were coming together into a successful resistance, rather than a rescue operation. So when Tony brought him aside and showed him the new training room he'd set up, Buck had been eager to jump right on in. Steve was often his training partner, or Tony with some new Extremis suit, better than the last, he always said. Sometimes, he was able to drag Barton down here. He enjoyed those moments more than most.
So, when the room was darkened, platforms levitated and shifted around to give the archer ample sniping opportunities, Bucky listened for his heart beat. "You know," He began, moving through the darkness with ease. Yes, he had perfect night vision, but he also had a blindfold tied around his eyes. "I believed him for the longest time. I couldn't figure out why someone would willingly call themselves Pigeontoes." Buck said fondly. He whipped around quickly and fired the silver paintball gun in the direction of his beating target...