starter for @sgtcapn
it was funny how fast things could go completely tits up… a day started as the usual fare for the two taking a turn for the worst—threatened by some jackasses who seemed to bark a lot louder than their bite could handle until the very second the fight started in earnest and their backup suddenly popped out the woodworks. a turn for the worst had taken a further u-turn for the unexpected and the worst when what should’ve ended as their unwinnable fight to the grave instead ended with them stuffed in the back of a truck each sporting a bag over their head and a chunk of rope keeping their hands behind their backs. and so here they were in the present; stuck in what wholly amounted to a featureless concrete room with a locked door, a single lightbulb fighting for its life to keep the room lit and a plastic bucket shoved in the corner. although the bags obscuring their vision had been removed right before they were shoved into the room, the rope had remained.
“what the hell is the point in giving us a bucket if we can't even use it? do they expect us to telepathically grab our dicks or something to take a piss?” steve, as was perhaps expected of someone who’d just been kidnapped, currently wasn’t the happiest camper. didn’t take being the second coming of bill nye to realize they were in some pretty deep shit. he turned away from the bucket of dubious usefulness and back towards 'cap. “how well did they frisk you? gonna be a whole lot easier getting our hands free if you’ve got a knife.” an experimental tug of his wrists yielded the same results every attempt before it had; they hadn’t been sloppy with their knots. “they managed to get everything in my pockets—even the two knives i keep in my boots! guess they decided to take my damn shoes for it as well, the assholes!” he stared down despondently at his feet now clad in nothing but his socks. one wrong step and he was getting a rusty nail or hunk of glass straight through the heel.
“either that or they just wanted to be real pricks for kicking their buddy in the dick hard enough that he’ll be seeing my bootprint on it for weeks,” he said, managing a small chuckle at the thought. yeah, that’d been damn cathartic; completely unhelpful to anything involving escape, but very cathartic nonetheless.
