#xiongsi

[psyccheout]

 *  /  STARTER  CALL.   @xiongsi​  !

            ‘  HMPH.  i  don’t  know  who  this  NEW  LEGEND  thinks  he  is  -  what  can  he  do  ?  toy  with  a  computer  ?  BIG  WHOOP.  his  little  drone  isn’t  going  to  always  save  him.  ‘

[trapped-with-nightmares]

“ are you bleeding? ” ( lil bb david / obviously our ds verse )

The blade cut through skin like a hot knife through butter. Thankfully he pulled away from the assailant before the slash turned more into a gash, and delivered a blow to their face with the butt of his own KA-BAR. The assailant stumbled back but tripped over the outstretched leg of David, who threw it behind them just in time to catch their legs. After their back thumped into the ground, the redhead drew back his leg and with a heavy, black boot, kicked once into their temple to render them unconscious.

David hissed at the wound on his side before looking over to Zofia. “Yeah...man, can’t believe he got me.” He bit his tongue to keep the words ‘it’s only a flesh wound’ from fumbling out of his mouth. The notion brought a smirk to his lips nonetheless.

It was a tad disheartening to have trained as hard as he did and still have the enemy get the drop on him. Probably more he was embarrassed that it happened in front of Zofia, who he only ever strove to impress.

[fallencomrade-a]

@xiongsi.     »     злючка.

          “  𝐃𝐎 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃?  —————  it would have been easier to work alone;  she had requested       (  DEMANDED  )  it,  but 𝓯𝓾𝓻𝔂 had  𝚘 𝚝 𝚑 𝚎 𝚛  plans.    &&    IT WAS FOOLISH,  given their HISTORY.   zofia feared 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆;      &&      what 𝕕𝕚𝕕 frighten her lied 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 within bucky barnes:        𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐑.   glazkov was  (  𝖎𝖘  )  hellbent on eliminating her;   &&  he employed HYDRA several times  ——  requesting that they send their 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽 to do the job.    what the 𝚁𝚄𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙰𝙽 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝚏̲𝚊̲𝚒̲𝚕̲𝚎̲𝚍̲ to realize was that HE had created someone   (  𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 THING  )   whose survival instincts were untenable    (  𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔩  );    && she would do       a n y t h i n g to ensure viability     ————————      𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚.

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓;      surely,     THIS is what he 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭      ———      someone that could stare death in the eye  &&  tell it to go fuck itself.   𝐁𝐔𝐓,   𝐎𝐇   ——————   how 𝚞̲𝚗̲𝚏̲𝚘̲𝚛̲𝚝̲𝚞̲𝚗̲𝚊̲𝚝̲𝚎̲ for him:  𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐀’𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑷𝑯𝒀 𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑵 could  best her;    though he certainly did try   ——   &&   it would ALMOST be 𝚕̲𝚊̲𝚞̲𝚐̲𝚑̲𝚊̲𝚋̲𝚕̲𝚎̲ if it were not for the f a c t that he 𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓵𝔂 succeeded.  

          𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒚𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒚𝒆    (  𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕙  ):    it is not  𝚛 𝚎 𝚟 𝚎 𝚗 𝚐 𝚎  she seeks,    but 𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. she is not confined to her 𝚐̲𝚛̲𝚒̲𝚎̲𝚟̲𝚊̲𝚗̲𝚌̲𝚎̲𝚜̲     —     𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔;     though her 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 is wearing THIN,  “ я бы сделал больше если бы ты не всегда был в моей заднице при каждом удобном случае.  ”     FIST𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 at the chest of her 𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕪;    an 𝓪𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓹𝓽  s h o v e sends him stumbling back    ————    “  wait!please.  ”           𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆;           𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 in her 𝚑̲𝚎̲𝚊̲𝚛̲𝚝̲.      it does not 𝚖̲𝚊̲𝚝̲𝚝̲𝚎̲𝚛̲ how LOUD he screams    —    𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕤:    𝙸𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝙵𝚄𝙴𝙻.      &&    if he were  SMART  …  he would keep his 𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓱 𝓼𝓱𝓾𝓽,  “  𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏. 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆.  ”  

𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖜𝖔;     odea is fully informed of her secrets   —————   &&    it      is  𝚍 𝚊 𝚗 𝚐 𝚎 𝚛 𝚘 𝚞 𝚜.  SHIELD knows nothing of nøkk; 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 what has been released by NATO   && not even 𝚝̲𝚑̲𝚎̲𝚒̲𝚛̲ files have on record that 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 are the 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏.          𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘; 𝓹𝓾𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓬 𝓼𝓪𝓯𝓮𝓽𝔂   &&   she CANNOT allow herself to be 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝.  truthfully,   had james not shown up when   he did, odea would be 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 than another 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢     &&     she was 𝕊𝕆 ℂ𝕃𝕆𝕊𝔼     ——     𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒇𝒖𝒍.  &&  𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐃𝐎𝐆 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇.  

          𝙸𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙰 𝙼𝚈𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚈 how they even found out about him  ———  it makes her 𝚠̲𝚘̲𝚗̲𝚍̲𝚎̲𝚛̲ who LED them on this trail;     𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖊 was clearly trying to oust her    &&      she 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒕 that the 𝕄𝕆ℝ𝕆ℕ in front of her would use himself as bait 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻,             “  naze anata wa koko ni iru nodesu ka?  ”    𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖑-𝖋𝖔𝖈𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖉;  she NEVER sways eye contact   &&   she 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 to 𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 the  m i l i t a n t𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 lurking over her shoulder despite how 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 it is,  “  soreha glazkov,  kare shitte iru.  ”

                “  kare wa nani o shitte imasu ka?  ”                   “  anata ga iru koto nokku.  ”                   “  soshite seikō wa anata no nochi ni kuru SHIELD to kankei shite imasu?  ”                   “  kare wa watashi ga anata ni sorera o michibikanakattara watashinokazoku o korosu to itta.  ”                   “  otōsan ga inai jikanda to omoimasu ka?  ”  

           “  𝐍𝐎!  𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄; i won’t sa  ——  wrist twitching, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔; whether he spoke     up or not,   he was 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲.   glazkov is NOT one to leave 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤   &&   would have d i s p o s e d     of him the 𝚜̲𝚎̲𝚌̲𝚘̲𝚗̲𝚍̲ he stopped being of 𝒖𝒔𝒆.   at least she spared him some  𝚖 𝚎 𝚛 𝚌 𝚢;   it would have been a  𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓼𝓮 if it were ANYONE else.  &&  though it were a split second decision,   there is no guilt       (  ONLY RELIEF  ).  gun lowered   —   at least  now,  this bought her 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 to find him before SHIELD did.

    &&  𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍;     𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘,  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄.

                “  𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆.  ”  

    𝘋𝘖 𝘐 𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘋𝘐𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘛𝘌𝘋 ?

     ❛   —— no.  ❜   he  responds  stiffly  from  the  shadows,  pausing  for  a  beat ...   before  taking  a  jab  of  his  own  -  one  that  he  knows  will  leave  a  deep  impression,           especially  coming  from  the  mouth  of  THE  WINTER  SOLDIER.       ❛   you  look  COMPROMISED.  ❜        a  minute  flicker  of  dark  brows,  daring  her  to  disagree  with  his  assessment.  

     THEY SHARE MANY SIMILARITIES.    that  much  is  undeniable.   man - made  WEAPONS  forced  to  do  terrible  things  in  order  to  survive  ;;  BRUTALLY  trained  &&  used  for  the  benefit  of  others.  he  does  not  know  her  entire  history,  but  he  has  obtained  enough  that  he  can  at  least  paint  a  picture.      theirs  is  a  very  common  story   ;;   not  the  first  in  history  to  be  used,  abused  and  weaponized  -  and  certainly  not  the  last.  they  are  good  at  what  they  do  and  what  they  do  is  UGLY,  but  neither  he  nor  bozák  are  the  types  to  flinch  at  what  they  once  were  or  who  they  are  now.            they  have  long  since  accepted  the  garishness  of  their  own  reflections  and  do  not  look  for  PITY  in  the  faces  or  company  of  others.  they  are  both  capable.    they  are  both  useful,  their  talents  highly  sought  after.   &&  they  are  both  very,  very  DANGEROUS.     

     the  difference  that  separate  them  however  places  them  on  two  completely  different  playing  fields.  she  runs  HOT,  as  if  birthed  from  the  magma  of  earth’s  core.   churning,  burning  lava  -  set  to  ERUPT  at  any  notice,   by  even  the  slightest  tectonic  shift.     &&  they  used  to  call  him  VOLATILE.    hydra  had  no  clue.         she  is  governed  by  her  emotions,  regardless  of  her  determination  to  appear  as  if  she  is  anything  but.    it  oozes  from  her  -  this  ignited  INSTABILITY.     anger.  impatience.  arrogance.  contention.  she  simmers  &&  boils  beneath  the  might  of  her  emotions.           ————   where  as  he  is  as  cold  as  ICE.    his  emotions  are  muted,   STAGNATED   -   d i s t a n t .      logic  bests  opinion.     caution  overtakes  curiosity.  ORDER  conquers  chaos.     bozák  may  be  efficient  and  frighteningly  talented,  but  she  is  also  sloppy  and  loud    &&    her  inability  of  self  -  restraint  makes  her  predictable.           her  entire  presence  SCREAMS.  

     THIS MISSION WAS DOOMED FROM THE VERY START   -   the  moment  she  was  assigned  to  it,  and  bucky  is  starting  to  think  that  fury  knew  it  would  end  up  just  like  this,  or  at  least  had  anticipated  that  it  might.  aggravation  rolls  through  him  like  a  storm,  chest  tightening  with  irritation.    it  lives  &&  thrives  inside  of  him,  but  the  only  visible  indication  of  its  existence  is  a  heaving,  heavy  sigh.   when  he  gives  his  debrief,  he  is  going  to  make  a  number  of  things  very  clear  to  the  director.         the  first  and  most  important :  don’t  waste  his  time  on  pointless  missions.  whatever  test  he  is  orchestrating,  barnes  wants  no  part  in  it.  he  can  play  whatever  games  he  wants,  so  long  as  they  do  not  involve  him  or  his  skills.  he  is  a  good  asset  and  a  talented  soldier,  non - existent  to  the  world  with  very  gray  morals.    he  has  very  little  to  complain  about  and  makes  very  few  demands    ;;    he  does  not  consider  himself  to  be  a  very  complicated  person,    but  he  does  not  like  his  time  or  his  energy  or  his  talents  wasted  on  things  that  do  not  concern  him.            

     the  second ?    his  opinion  of  ZOFIA  BOZÁK.     &&  boy,  does  he  have  a  lot  to  say.     the  first  and  foremost  being  that  bozák  is  the  definition  of  a  LIABILITY.          not  only  is  she  not  worth  the  effort  to  keep  on  active  duty  but  she  is  also  a  THREAT  to  every  mission.   she  is  incapable  of  following  orders,  incapable  of  listening  or  working  together  as  a  team.      she  is  sneaky,  slippery  and  self - serving  -  with  missions  of  her  own.  &&  she  is  very  obviously  hiding  something  from  them.  any  resources  granted  to  her  would  only  be  wasted  because  she  would  only  use  them  for  her  own  self   -   gain  and  not  for  the  benefit  of  the  mission.  any  mission  assigned  to  her  would  be  compromised  because  she  has  her  own  objectives  and  if  the  two  did  not  coincide,       she  would  very  clearly  secure  her  own  over  theirs.      he  would  strongly  advise  that  fury  cut  his  loses  and  move  on ...       the  only  reason  barnes  can  postulate  that  fury  keeps  this  girl  around  is  because  having  her  as  an  enemy  is  more  dangerous.           ——  but  enemies  can  be  eliminated.    &&  liabilities  should  be  removed,  without  hesitation. 

    there  is  obviously  a  piece  of  this  puzzle  he  is  missing.  something  bozák  knows  that  fury  does  not.  something  fury  knows  and  is  keeping  secret  from  everyone.  either  way,  james  is  in  the  oust  on  both  sides,  kept  in  the  dark  while  both  attempt  to  pull  &&  pluck  at  his  strings.  he  does  not  have  the  time  nor  the  patience  for  this.  he  ABHORS  mind  games  and  understandably  so.  given  his  past,  he  thought  fury  might  give  him  a  fucking  break.  maybe  this  is  the  other  man’s  idea  of  retaliation,  for  the  attempt  on  his  life.  he  does  not  want  to  jump  through  hoops.  he  wants  to  complete  his  missions.  that  should  be  enough  of  an  incentive  for  fury  to  utilize  his  talents  appropriately  and  not  waste  his  time.   he  will  make  it  clear  though,  upon  his  return.   this  is  the  first  and  last  time  he  is  to  be  paired  together  with  this  particular  agent.     THEY DO NOT MESH WELL.

     she  bites  back  at  him  with  her  vulgar  tongue,  but  the  barb  fails  to  pull  a  reaction  from  the  cold  man,  his  composure  maintained.    the  soldier  stares,  unimpressed  &&  bored  by  the  melodrama.   his  previous  assumption  has  proven  accurate.  he  was  smart  to  mistrust  her  and  her  intentions.  if  he  had  arrived  when  he  was  supposed  to,  odea  would  already  be  dead.  it  is  apparent  in  the  VIOLENCE  of  her  handling.  the  female  had  no  intention  of  questioning  their  target.  so,  the  question  stems  -  why  is  she  so  desperate  to  secure  his  silence ?  what  does  this  man  know  that  she  wants  to  keep  hidden ?  there  is  a  flare  of  curiosity,  he  must  admit  -  but  it  is  muted  like  every  other  emotion  trapped  inside  of  him  and  it  is  not  strong  enough  for  him  to  pursue.               finally,  they  have  reached  their  mission  objective.   secure  odea.   radio  contact.   rendezvous  and  debrief.      from  here,  it  is  all  so  very  simple.  they  are  so  close  to  mission  completion ...       

     𝙶𝙻𝙰𝚉𝙺𝙾𝚅...    it  produces  a  reaction.   brows  dip,  furrowing  with  thought  -  eyes  flickering  down  to  the  concrete  floor  in  tandem.     for  a  half  second,  he  becomes  distracted  as  mind  chases  after  that  name,  which  echoes  across  the  dark  outer  edges  of  his  subconscious.      a  memory  exists  -  one  attached  to  that  name  -  and  it  is  not  a  happy  one.        somewhere  beneath  the  ice  and  blood,  there  runs  a  link  which  connects  glazkov  with  the  winter  soldier.          he  knows  it  is  there,  somewhere  inside  his  head,  painting  his  GRISLY  past,    but  his  mind  is  too  DAMAGED  to  bridge  the  gaps  and  too  weak  to  grab  hold  and  pull  it  into  the  light.    his  throat  tightens,  choking.    breath  held,  burning  in  his  lungs.  aside  from  the  minuscule  shifting  of  his  focus,  his  composure  does  not  break.  he  has  perfected  this  art,  of  STOICISM   -   and  over  the  years  had  learned  to  use  it  to  his  advantage.    hydra  believed  him  to  be  empty - headed  -  the  wipes  rendering  him  BRAINDEAD  -  and  thus  were  careless  with  their  words.  so  many  people  brimming  with  arrogance,    enjoying  the  sound  of  their  own  voice.               there  is  great  opportunity  in  silence,  in  ANONYMITY.    to  simply  listen  could  prove  to  be  the  most  dangerous  &&  greatest  weapon.    

     despite  his  composure,   there  is  an  undeniable  lick  of  panic  and  heightening  frustration.   he  hates  this  feeling  -  suddenly  exposed  to  the  pitfalls  of  his  own  mind,   his  own  memories  -  knowing  that  the  answers  he  needs  exist  somewhere  inside  his  own  head,   but  being  unable  to  recover  them ...    it  will  take  time  and  tremendous  effort  to  pluck  each  one  free  from  the  barbed  wire  tangled  around  his  mind,  james  knows  this.     he  understands  the  way  his  damaged  brain  works  and  why  it  behaves  the  fucked  up  way  it  does,  but  understanding  does  not  ease  frustration.             too  many  things  which  exist  in  his  past,    too  many  things  he  does  not  know  about  ...         and  it  always  leaves  him  feeling  exposed  &&  vulnerable.  he  repeats  the  name  inside  his  mind,  commits  it  to  memory  and  makes  note  to  follow  up  on  it  later.  for  now,  there  is  nothing  he  can  do  but  grit  his  teeth  and  maintain  composure.

     with  aggrieved  realization,  barnes  recognizes  that  glazkov  and  bozák  are  connected ...   and  this  is  disagreeable  because  if  there  exists  a  link  between  glazkov  and  the  winter  soldier,  there  is  a  potential  that  a  link  also  exists  connecting  himself  to  bozák.     &&  god,  he  hopes  not.      he  wants  to  be  rid  of  bozak’s  story.  he  FEARS  he  may  have  just  fallen  deeper  into  it ... 

     their  target  is  dead  seconds  later,  the  gunshot  muffled  in  part  to  her  silencer.  it  does  not  soften  the  sound  of  odea’s  heavy  body  smacking  against  the  ground.      ——  he  feels  the  pull,  the  sickening  tug  of  TIME.          the  chain  of  events  which  lead  him  from  then  to  here ...          carefully  planned  outcomes  violently  shifted,  the  future  shaped  by  hands  which  are  not  his  own.  deviation  from  the  expected  and  now ...  the  FALLOUT.          for  a  moment,  the  soldier  is  as  still  as  DEATH  itself,  eyes  as  dark  and  as  treacherous  as  the  ABYSS  -  boring  into  her.    she  is  quick  to  dismiss  his  anger,  brushing  him  off  with  a  child’s  pretension  and  some  poorly  fabricated  rebuttal  which  they  both  know  is  a  complete  LIE.   she  pretends  like  it  does  not  matter ...       cavalier  when  she  is  knows  how  IMPORTANT  mission  objectives  are  to  him.  he  does  not  expect  her  to  care,  of  course  not  -  but  the  least  she  can  do  is  SPARE  HIM the  piteous,  lazy  attempts  at  commentary  ...  he  does  not  need  her  MOCKERY.   it  does  little  to  quell  the  heat  of  his  temper.        &&  he  does  have  one.        she  should  pray  she  never  unleashes  it ... 

     BLOOD  POOLS  across  the  floor,   stretching  from  the  bullet  wound,   odea’s  brain  matter  and  skull  fragments  scattered  around  his  head  like  a  macabre  halo.  dying  before  their  eyes,  the  intel  they  were  sent  here  to  retrieve.   he  does  not  move.   he  does  not  breath.      she  has  come  here  to  do  what  she  aimed  to  do  from  the  very  start  and  now  that  she  is  done,            zofia  disregards  him  and  her  act  of  DEFIANCE  with  a  contemptuous  side  glance.  as  she  turns  to  leave,  barnes’  eyes  slide  away  from  her  and  onto  the  corpse  of  odea  instead.   

     so  many  people  brimming  with  arrogance,  enjoying  the  sound  of  their  own  voice.     there  is  great  opportunity  in  silence,  in  ANONYMITY.   to  simply  listen  could  prove  to  be  the  most  dangerous  && greatest  weapon.     

     he  does  not  allow  her  to  get  far.      

    ❛  NøKK.  ❜   the  name  echoes  off  the  walls,  LOUD  against  the  sudden  silence.  &&  for  the  first  time  that  night,  it  is  his  opportunity  to  sound  pretentious.  they  both  know,  if  nothing  else  -  even  if  she  did  manage  to  silence  odea,  cutting  them  off  from  obtaining  the  information  shield  was  after  -  he  was  still  able  to  gather  this  one,  small  piece  of  intel.    at  the  moment,  james  is  unaware  how  VITAL  the  single  piece  of  information  is,   but  he  has  it  now    -    and  he  will  use  it  as  a  weapon  if  he  needs  to.   flinty  eyes  flicker  away  from  odea  and  land  like  knives  between  her  shoulder blades.       there  is  a  flicker  of  curiosity  which  rumbles  softly  inside  of  him,  but  more  than  anything  -  it  is  IRRITATION  that  fuels  him.  ANGER  incited  by  mission  failure.  he  wants  to  shake  her  the  same  way  she  has  shaken  him  ;;  wants  to  dig  into  her  skin  just  as  she  has  slithered  beneath  his  own.  he  wants  to  make  her  PAY.  this  single  name,  NøKK  is  his  way  of  doing  so.  

     HE  DIDN’T  HAVE  ANYTHING.       funny.       eyes  return  to  the  corpse  at  his  feet  and  for  the  first  time,  the  GHOST  takes  a  step  out  into  the  light,     side  -  stepping  and  circling  around  the  dead  man.  he  makes  the  comment,  sounding  pleasantly  conversational.    ❛  seems  like  he  had  more  than  perhaps  even  fury  presumed ...  ❜      his  boot  comes  forward,  pressing  against  odea’s  shoulder,  kicking  him  over  onto  his  back.  barnes  stares  down  at  glossed  over,  dead  eyes  -  unperturbed.       

    he  fires  his  question,  and  hopes  it  shatters  through  her  like  a  bullet.  

          ❛  WHO  IS  NøKK ?  ❜        eyes  flash  dangerous,  from  corpse  to  agent. 

[xoruzhiye]

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘  𝐎𝐅  𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄  𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐎𝐅  𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 ,  he  believes  this  especially  in  this  moment  .  knowing  damn  well  her  words  are  meant  to  scorn  ,  the  soldier  shakes  his  head  ----  turning  away  if  only  for  the  moment  to  consider  this  as  fact  or  fiction  .  ❛    i’m  not  afraid  of  myself ❜  he  decides  to  counter  ,  though  the  words  come  after  a  moment  of  reflection  ,  ❛    not  so  much  me  ,  but  the  things  i’ve  done  ,  the  fact  that  i  might  do  them  again  ------ ❜  his  throat  clears  ,  ideas  settling  as  he  considers  the  woman  before  him  ,  ❛      it’s  the  lack  of  control  that  terrifies  me  at  night  ,  nothing  more  ,  nothing  less  .      ❜

@xiongsi​ said  ❛ you were once and perhaps continue to be the myth you tell to scare yourself   ❜

[trapped-with-nightmares]

@xiongsi

They promised Bryan a cure. They spoke in big words and with grand gestures in honeyed tones that made him feel safe. They made him feel like there was hope so of course he fell for it. Like a lamb to slaughter. How could he have been so stupid, though? Red flags snapped against long-winded lies but hope was the blindfold against the blaring truth. Bryan didn’t stand a chance. Desperation made him weak.

At first it wasn’t so bad. Doctors in long, white coats took all of his stuff, clothing and accessories, and threw him in a gown. It made sense, right? He had to be admitted into their hospital. Was hope too loud? Only -- it wasn’t any type of hospital he’d been in before.

Bryan tried to ignore the red flags, tried to suppress them all under a hollow wish. He bit his tongue when too-gruff hands shoved him this way and that. They’re here to help you. And while he didn’t need a bed (sleep wasn’t a happening scene for him these days), he couldn’t help but notice that the one in his room had straps. There were monitors and fluids and things that had needles on long hoses. A long mirror that looked suspiciously like a two-way ran along a wall opposite his bed. The room was cold.

And then they made him lay down. And Bryan fought.

The last of his hope drained with the color in his face. All of those gut feelings pulsed upward into his throat, the taste of bile slick on his tongue. Things had started off so well, only to be choked out in the blink of an eye. Blink of...an eye...Blink...don’t -- blink!

Not too long after straps bound his body, Bryan had fallen asleep. It didn’t take much after his body was prepped, a couple tired blinks and he was out like a light. All of those needled tubes were shoved in various places, either to siphon blood out or pump mysterious fluid in. Sticky things were affixed to his head no doubt giving those behind that mirror any reading they could want. The catheter was especially unpleasant.

They weren’t going to let him leave.

With no contact with anyone else but the occasional mute doctor, Bryan was alone. It didn’t take a genius to realize what the facility intended to do with the things that crept out of thin air. When horrific abominations entered the room seemingly from nowhere, geared-up men with animal catching rods came to wrestle the things away -- and not always before they managed to attack the defenseless man on the bed.

                                                     ~~~~

Bryan wouldn’t know it, but several weeks would go by. Time was so meaningless in his stark prison that he might as well have been detained for years. Had he any access to a news source he’d know that those creatures being taken day in and day out were being unleashed into the city.

Sometimes he would catch one of them referring to himself as either host or weapon. He wasn’t sure what he hated more.

[wndrend]

*       “don’t even think about it.”       /       answered ask from @xiongsi​       !

                                                                      darkness enveloped them       ,       back pressed to the wall as mud has been smeared all over her body to cloak herself even further as the men move about the area       .       the harsh whisper makes her look off to the side       ,       brows knitting ever so slightly       .       she knew better than to let the woman tag along       &&.       yet       ,        here she is       ,       telling her not to do the very thing she was very skilled at all these years through her survivals       .       letting out a breath       ,       chest falling       &&.       rising slowly as she rests her head back against the stone       .       “      what do you suppose we do       ?       we have nowhere to go       &&.       if we run       -------       we’re dead       .       ”       her pause was momentary as she could hear the firing of arrows       .       she already knew what it was like to have an arrow lodged into your flesh       ,       bullets       ,       everything       .       “       let me handle it       .       ”       nervous       ,       despite all her times she could still be nervous       .

[porter-without-ties]

“ You almost killed me, so no, it’s not nice to meet you. ”

Sam had almost crashed into her with his motorbike, his view blocked by a ridge. He saw her in the nick of time while jumping off the ridge but unfortunately had to skid off to the side. The bike fell and skid. He fell and skid even further, and his cargo exploded every which way after the straps snapped. To say this was an unpleasant way to meet someone was an understatement.

“What the hell are you doing just standing out in the middle of nowhere?” He asked gruffly, limping to stand a few feet from her. 

[psyccheout]

" You shouldn’t get in my way if you didn’t want this to happen. "

 *  /  VIOLENT  /  ABUSIVE  SENTENCE  STARTERS  / accepting  !

      MAYBE  IT  WASN’T  his  day -  or  week.  it  was  going  perfectly  to  his  plan  ,  a  simple  one  that  should  of  guaranteed  victory.  but  ,  like  she  always  does  ,  the  woman  played  the  trickster  like  a  FIDDLE  -  pinning  him  beneath  her  with  his  arms  nearing  the  breaking  point.                  ‘ GAH  —–  –  well  ,  this  is  j  -  just  another  day  for  me  !  i’d  like  to  see  you  ACTUALLY  try  ,  doll  face  !  ‘