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[xaedificare]

"You're gorgeous when you're angry."

     “… don’t.” Ariadne deflated almost      instantly, almost afraid by what he      was saying.

              “You know it’s a terrible idea.”

[jane-buchanan-barnes]

[ I'll Take the Shot || Closed ]

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Shock. Fear. He wouldn’t have expected this, not once they’d settled their differences. They were paranoid creatures, self-preservation their highest regard, but he had nearly come to trust her. She had made him think she’d felt the same.

Although the bullet wasn’t immediately lethal, it was enough. At this distance, he knew that if she’d wanted to kill him, she would have. Why she hadn’t he didn’t know. Ears ringing, heart pounding, vision beginning to spin, Jimmy did the only logical thing he could: he ran.

A moment later he was tackled to the ground. "Hold still, you idiot," Barnes snapped, pinning him down. "Unless you want to die. Because if you run when I stand up, I'm leaving you here to fend for yourself."

On the floor behind her, only inches from where Jimmy had stood, lay an armed HYDRA agent with a bullet buried neatly in her chest. The woman had been moments away from stabbing him from behind, and Barnes hadn't been sure that Jimmy could have moved in time.

[xaedificare]

"I'm an adult. I have money. I can do whatever I want to."

     “I know you can do whatever you want. But I also      know you can’t move that shoulder at all, so how      about you sit down, and let me get you pain meds.”

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Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Personality: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Attraction: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Would they date them: yes | noFavorite thing about them: I like the look of panic you get when I do my magic thing. Least favorite thing about them: What the fuck's up with the kidnapping thing, man?

[jane-buchanan-barnes]

[ Skyping with the King ]

Michel had talked her through it a bit, let her know what they were going to be doing, gauged (alongside the single remaining doctor) whether she was up for the conversation. She seemed better off than he would have expected, and he was glad for it, but he was also glad to know he should be rid of his extra guest soon. When Remy entered the room with the laptop, he excused himself, and spared little more than a glance for the face waiting patiently on the screen. He looked tired. Remy placed him in the most convenient place, made sure he could see Becky too, and exited the room in a quiet hurry to leave them alone.

"Afternoon," Jimmy said to her. He hadn't slept, and it was obvious in his voice. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," Barnes said. "Thank you." She tipped her head, studying the face on the screen, and added, "You look like death warmed over, though." Probably her fault, that, but she'd had no other options.

"Of course You're welcome," Jimmy responded, with his own little smile, choosing not to respond to her statement. His own tiredness was obvious enough. He sat up a little, though, just for good measure, careful not to move out of the camera's range. "You're family now. We take care of our own. I'm just glad you made it out alright."

"Family?" she asked dubiously, raising her eyebrows. "I thought we'd already discussed this when I visited. I may owe you a favor now, but I still don't work for you."

"You don't have to," he responded easily, as calm as ever. "And you don't owe me anything. If you feel obligated, though, we could talk."

"Then let's talk."

She'd saved his people in Kiev, and that would have seemed a fair enough trade if not for the fiasco Araigneé had told her of. She'd do what she could to make up for those lives, if she could.

There, that was some headway. This time, Jimmy sat back entirely in his chair, rocked it back and forth a little, illuminating that it was some kind of office chair.

"I understand why you didn't tell me anything. You barely knew me. You didn't trust me." A beat. "Do you still feel that way now?"

Barnes shrugged. "You and your people helped me and haven't turned me in. We also have a common enemy, so I suppose that makes you something like an ally."

"I'd like to think that, too. You're kind of a dangerous ally, though," he admitted, still rocking a bit in his chair, this time almost an agitated little tic. "They know we're friends now. That doesn't exactly put me in a great position."

"They already suspected," she pointed out. "Though I've yet to figure out how they made that connection. Either they noticed that we were both after them, or someone in your organization is a double agent." Her voice was matter-of-fact rather than accusing. HYDRA had double agents in all manner of organizations, both legitimate and shadowy.

The rocking stopped abruptly, Jimmy's eyes, having wandered to the ceiling, staring there for a moment, blank in thought. It took him a long moment to respond, a long moment to consider.

"...How exactly would I go about finding something like that out?"

"Their personnel files," she said immediately. "I can access them on-site, but your spider friend may know something I can do to let them be accessed remotely."

"You don't think they'd be using an alias?"

"Maybe, but most of the records have faces. That's how I've been matching people up, not by names," she said. She didn't remember the names of the people who'd worked with her, but there was no reason to tell Rex Album that.

After a moment of consideration, Jimmy nodded. "Alright." An exchange after all. It didn't exactly solve Jimmy's problems, but it would do for a start. "I'll talk to them. Get back to you on it. Thank you."

"Get back to me how?"

"Access to the personnel files." Jimmy turned finally to look at the screen. "Unless you weren't offering."

"I mean how will you reach me?" she clarified. "Because so far I've been communicating with Araigneé by doing searches on public computers that will ping their radar."

"How soon are you planning to leave?" he asked, a frown crossing his face.

"As soon as I can."

"Give me a few hours," he tried, a sigh in his voice as he started to rock his chair again.

"Fair enough," she said.

Sleep was better reserved for people who weren't trying to save the world, it seemed. "Araigneé asked about you," he added, remembering belatedly. "I told them you were alive, but if you'd like me to elaborate, I'll be talking to them shortly."

"You can tell them the truth. I trust them, I think." More than I trust you.

Very plainly, Jimmy said, "They trust you."

Barnes blinked, her surprise plain on her face. Even after she'd gotten their people killed, they still trusted her? That was a shock.

[ FIN due to bedtime ]

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[jemmaagentofshield]

[text] Where are you?

[text: King Jerk] You left so I left, I thought we covered this.

[jane-buchanan-barnes]

[text] Did you ever think about how humans consume poison for fun?

[???]: anything can b a poison if ur exposed to enuff of it[???]: who the hell is this anyway?