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poly_chromatic2013-01-04 07:33 pm
yourbestguysgun) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-01-04 07:33 pm
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[ Bucky's crouched just above a body, bloody fingers searching a pocket. He manages to angle it so that most of the gore and grime isn't displayed but so that it does show the uniform. Because as much as he's a soldier he gets that most people should be kept far, far away. ] Anyone recognise the uniform? Kinda feel like we should know if an army's on the loose around here.
[ Bucky's luck has been ticking away since the moment the curse started, the alleyway darkens slightly, a shadow falling over him and the body. Bucky twists, starts to speak out, to get whoever it is to back off and leave. But Bucky's whole body tightens in fear, the device picking up the widening look of terror in his eyes just before it slips out of his fingers. ]
Hail HYDRA! [ In a flash his gun comes up, a burst of sound as he fires straight into the creatures chest. Blood hits the wall but Bucky's already moving, on his feet in seconds, device kicked in a clatter against the stones. Another noise filters through and he twists on his feet. ] Cut off one head.
I get it, I get it. [ Voice strained, nothing but gunfire for a long, drawn out beat. He's backed against a wall, but they're just HYDRA agents, they're just --. ]
We made you. [ A figure steps into the mouth of the alleyway, the feed picking up the edge of a white lab coat, the swing of a bloodied needle. The man's head is bowed, but the light reflects against his glasses, smile wide and unhinged. ] We made you.
[ Another step. ] You belong to us.
[ Bucky's luck has been ticking away since the moment the curse started, the alleyway darkens slightly, a shadow falling over him and the body. Bucky twists, starts to speak out, to get whoever it is to back off and leave. But Bucky's whole body tightens in fear, the device picking up the widening look of terror in his eyes just before it slips out of his fingers. ]
Hail HYDRA! [ In a flash his gun comes up, a burst of sound as he fires straight into the creatures chest. Blood hits the wall but Bucky's already moving, on his feet in seconds, device kicked in a clatter against the stones. Another noise filters through and he twists on his feet. ] Cut off one head.
I get it, I get it. [ Voice strained, nothing but gunfire for a long, drawn out beat. He's backed against a wall, but they're just HYDRA agents, they're just --. ]
We made you. [ A figure steps into the mouth of the alleyway, the feed picking up the edge of a white lab coat, the swing of a bloodied needle. The man's head is bowed, but the light reflects against his glasses, smile wide and unhinged. ] We made you.
[ Another step. ] You belong to us.
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[ He sounds almost disheartened. ] Nice to know.
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