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[ 005 ] ✪ [ Accidental Audio ]

Make sure you don’t drop it this time.

[ Bucky’s voice rings clear through the network post, a little out of breath. There are two sets of feet hitting the concrete, the background sound of carnage filling up the quiet. ] How is it I’m always running into you, anyhow?

[ Howard waggles the device pointedly, which makes the audio distorted for a second, the air filtering through the microphone. ] It ain't like I intentionally threw the damn thing, it just kinda slipped. Y'know how I feel about this baby. Good thing she ain’t scratched.

[ But the truth is he's distracted, fascinated at the things that keep popping up around corners and threatening to exterminate them, the wonder there in his voice. ] Now I remember why these things seem familiar, that Amy broad told me about the big pepper potts. And it’s ‘cause you like me, Bucky Boy, we both know it. Ain’t no use pretending. Y’just can’t keep away, can you?

Oh, bite me, Steve’d be pissed if I left you to die, you know that. [ He sounds - genuinely worried - his footsteps slowing slightly. ] Didn’t you see what her Doc said about ‘em this morning? They’re a bad idea and we need to get out of here, so just stick close and keep quiet, okay? No crazy science face until we find a safe place.

[ There’s nothing but the sound of breathing for a moment, the audio not really giving a clear clue of what’s going on bar the fact that they’re both still there. It goes on for a moment, for two, then. ] I think we’ve got the all-clear, let’s just -- holy shit. Howard, get --

[ There’s a thump, like someone being thrown to the ground, gunshots ricocheting off metal, then the high, scratching sound of the creature’s voice, Exterminate. The scream, if it can be called that, clearly comes from Bucky. Someone falls. ]

B--? [ As clear as the feed was moments ago, now everything sounds muffled, and urgent footfalls carry for a moment until they abruptly stop, the sound of something solid hitting what is distinctly a wheelie bin and then sliding down the plastic picks up. There’s sheer panic in Howard’s breathless voice, quiet, and the clear tone of concern. ] Jesus, Barney, Steve’s gonna kill me if I don’t get you back in one piece.

[ Nothing but heavy breathing can be heard for a minute or two, and then the sound of a Dalek sliding up somewhere close makes it stop altogether, the zeet-zeet as it turns its metal head before continuing on its way. Desperate gasps for air sound out, and the footsteps return, more freely this time, and the sound of something being dragged across the ground. ] Damn it, what the hell were you doing saving me? Y’better start breathing, jackass, or I’m gonna kill you myself. [ The dragging noises stop, and then there’s urgent shuffling sounds, but the device drops from a pocket with a clatter and cuts off. ]

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[Guess who heard that, Howard. And her voice sounds so small when she speaks.] No. No!

Howard?

[Slightly familiar Welsh accent on the line, without the usual whine to it.]

What's going on?

That Amy broad— really?

[ But then, more seriously: ] Be careful, okay. They might look like pepper potts but they're dangerous.

Edited 2012-03-25 14:57 (UTC)

[ Pepper was scrolling through the network when she thought she heard her name. She was about to respond when the sounds from the feed froze her words in her throat. ]

Bucky!?

[ It's as much of a scream as she'll allow herself, trying to stay hidden in her office supply closet, and it comes out as a frantic whisper as her voice nearly breaks. ]