Not Bucky, just the best clone in existence

@theclone

Marvel rp | just here for fun | no smut | not my fault he's a crazy, alright? That happens if you only know HYDRA | don't trust him, he's not a hero | don't worry, he's not a cannibal... as far as I know | curses a lot | won't hurt children, hopefully | only can be tamed by Bucky to a degree | main blog: @the-superoriginal

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Let's start like this

So, Name's Steve.

No, not Steve Rogers and neither Steven Grant.

Just. Steve.

I don't have a last name because...

*scratches she side of his face in slight boredom and then shrugs* Well, because HYDRA didn't care.

Uh, right, background informations...

So, I am a clone of Bucky Barnes. Obviously. Created by Armin Zola in 1951 after our little Winter Soldier fucked-up the fight against this one other super soldier guy. Forgot his name. Anyways...

I am not as loveable as Bucky. Actually, I luckily call myself a psychopath even. Maybe even sociopath? Well, a maniac through and through that's for sure.

*chuckles*

Funny. My name. Steve. HYDRA really taunted Bucky with giving me that name, huh?

Well, I was meant as a replacement and a upgrade. That's were 'Project Replica' and 'Weapon Zero' comes from. So I got the super soldier serum, obviously survived it, and...

Yeah.

What else is there to say?

My asexuel ass has a boyfriend now. And it's @merc-with-a-mouth-69.

Ah, yes... Thanos was a purple alien piece of shit and Bucky doesn't let me murder, infiltrate, or even just torture anyone...

*mumbles* He needs more therapy. At least I can do some of this things then.

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Sure your last name isn’t Brandon or Kemp or something…? *sarcastically*

@live-to-see-another-death

It really isn't.

Think fast.

Tosses a sword at him, it gleams gently due to undeniable polish to it, holding one myself, but it is diffrently designed, apart from being the same size; smirking at him gently...

Don't tell me the clone can't fence, like the original does?

"Of course, I can.", he scoffs, catching the sword with one hand.

Now, parry.

I gently instruct, a supportive edge to my smirk, a certain encouragement in my tone, as I gave him a disengage to test the waters, hoping he sees through the cheap trick, to miss the beat, my mind running for any next moves...

Steve parried simply as if it would be the most natural thing in the world.

Hm. Expected better.

I muse, gentle, brows creasing just a little, as I hit him with a predicted riposte, giving a tap, that meant I had my point in.

Come on, try to read through.

"Not in the mood." He side-stepped before kicking her off her feet.

Ow. Foul.

I whispered, catching my breath, gently kneeling from almost falling over face first, gently putting the differently designed sword away...

Why do you always do that? be a buzz-kill?

He shrugged. "It's a talent."

Fuck you.

She mutters, rolling over and dusting at her armor suit, putting away the mask-helm...

He knew she meant it as a insult, but Steve nonethelessly said dryly. "I don't fuck."

She almost glared at him, grimacing...

Jesus, not as if I'd want fuck you literally anyway...

she seemed a little thrown off by him and his sudden nonchalancy...

Steve didn't look like he cared about that anyways. "Good."

Think fast.

Tosses a sword at him, it gleams gently due to undeniable polish to it, holding one myself, but it is diffrently designed, apart from being the same size; smirking at him gently...

Don't tell me the clone can't fence, like the original does?

"Of course, I can.", he scoffs, catching the sword with one hand.

Now, parry.

I gently instruct, a supportive edge to my smirk, a certain encouragement in my tone, as I gave him a disengage to test the waters, hoping he sees through the cheap trick, to miss the beat, my mind running for any next moves...

Steve parried simply as if it would be the most natural thing in the world.

Hm. Expected better.

I muse, gentle, brows creasing just a little, as I hit him with a predicted riposte, giving a tap, that meant I had my point in.

Come on, try to read through.

"Not in the mood." He side-stepped before kicking her off her feet.

Ow. Foul.

I whispered, catching my breath, gently kneeling from almost falling over face first, gently putting the differently designed sword away...

Why do you always do that? be a buzz-kill?

He shrugged. "It's a talent."

Fuck you.

She mutters, rolling over and dusting at her armor suit, putting away the mask-helm...

He knew she meant it as a insult, but Steve nonethelessly said dryly. "I don't fuck."

Think fast.

Tosses a sword at him, it gleams gently due to undeniable polish to it, holding one myself, but it is diffrently designed, apart from being the same size; smirking at him gently...

Don't tell me the clone can't fence, like the original does?

"Of course, I can.", he scoffs, catching the sword with one hand.

Now, parry.

I gently instruct, a supportive edge to my smirk, a certain encouragement in my tone, as I gave him a disengage to test the waters, hoping he sees through the cheap trick, to miss the beat, my mind running for any next moves...

Steve parried simply as if it would be the most natural thing in the world.

Hm. Expected better.

I muse, gentle, brows creasing just a little, as I hit him with a predicted riposte, giving a tap, that meant I had my point in.

Come on, try to read through.

"Not in the mood." He side-stepped before kicking her off her feet.

Ow. Foul.

I whispered, catching my breath, gently kneeling from almost falling over face first, gently putting the differently designed sword away...

Why do you always do that? be a buzz-kill?

He shrugged. "It's a talent."

Think fast.

Tosses a sword at him, it gleams gently due to undeniable polish to it, holding one myself, but it is diffrently designed, apart from being the same size; smirking at him gently...

Don't tell me the clone can't fence, like the original does?

"Of course, I can.", he scoffs, catching the sword with one hand.

Now, parry.

I gently instruct, a supportive edge to my smirk, a certain encouragement in my tone, as I gave him a disengage to test the waters, hoping he sees through the cheap trick, to miss the beat, my mind running for any next moves...

Steve parried simply as if it would be the most natural thing in the world.

Hm. Expected better.

I muse, gentle, brows creasing just a little, as I hit him with a predicted riposte, giving a tap, that meant I had my point in.

Come on, try to read through.

"Not in the mood." He side-stepped before kicking her off her feet.

Think fast.

Tosses a sword at him, it gleams gently due to undeniable polish to it, holding one myself, but it is diffrently designed, apart from being the same size; smirking at him gently...

Don't tell me the clone can't fence, like the original does?

"Of course, I can.", he scoffs, catching the sword with one hand.

Now, parry.

I gently instruct, a supportive edge to my smirk, a certain encouragement in my tone, as I gave him a disengage to test the waters, hoping he sees through the cheap trick, to miss the beat, my mind running for any next moves...

Steve parried simply as if it would be the most natural thing in the world.

Think fast.

Tosses a sword at him, it gleams gently due to undeniable polish to it, holding one myself, but it is diffrently designed, apart from being the same size; smirking at him gently...

Don't tell me the clone can't fence, like the original does?

"Of course, I can.", he scoffs, catching the sword with one hand.

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Steve dragged the body of a HYDRA agent more into a alley with a slightly annoyed expression on his features. God, this guys always needed to pop again, didn't they? Like some damn cockroaches. The unconscious man's face was a bloody mess, face beaten to a pulp. Probably at least half of it broken. No, the clone hadn't hold back. Well, just a bit. He needed to be interrogated after all.

He texted his new teammate/boss after he had leaned the in pain groaning man against a dumpster, just in case:

I have a HYDRA agent in need of interrogation. Oh, and bring someone with you that knows a bit of medic stuff.

The message was left on a simple 'Seen.'

However, minutes later, I slow down near the sent location, taking a 360 in place, as I get down from the bike. I hop off, shaking my gloves off my hands, gently sliding off my helmet too, a neutral expression, short brown locks falling into place after, my eyes at ease, yet curiously darting around the dimly lit way, brows gently creasing in curiosity...

Where is he?

"There." He wiped his bloody hand on his jeans, nodding behind the dumpster.

She walked there with a careful step, looking down at the man, who looked...deranged, to say the least. Gently cupping the man's jaw with a single gloved hand, the momentary crease between her brows fades back to neutrality. 'Poor guy.' she almost thought.

With the same, prolonged, gentle hold, she looked for his pulse, in the neck, in the wrist, all while noticing just the right amount of damage done everywhere. The man was shuddering with quiet breaths, daring, still, to look me in the eye, something that ticked me off a little. With a grip, that seemed gentle at first, she tugged at his shirt, ripping it off into halves the very next moment. Her other hand held his head up by his jaw, the grip looking tighter and worse each moment, all while her face stayed as if she were a simulation.

She gently takes the man's dog tags off, looking at the information carved into them, tracing her dainty pinky over the scars of his electrocution. She looked at him with momentary pity, that seemed to fade, all over again, eerily calm at the sight of the male that laid there.

She stood back up from kneeling, still giving the man a contemplative look.

"For the record, I am only responsible for the face.", Steve said, leaning against the wall opposite with his arms crossed over his chest.

Excellent work.

She spoke, in a fond tone, bringing a hand to gently pat his cheek, the other hooking into the trigger of her pistol. A brief flicker of uncertainty passed over her features, but it was like fleeting wind, gone in a blink.

The air of the alleyway rarefactions, into three consecutive shots ringing out and around the paper thin silence. A blatant splatter of red against the spotless leather of her suit, and against the skin of her face that seemed entirely too pale now. Her hand reached the stains, tipping them off with a gentle wipe, smearing some instead. She stared, without a though. Unaware of whatever this was supposed to make her feel, she slid the pistol back away.

We need to go back now.

Well, that's not what he had planned or called Johnson for. He pushed himself from the wall, features twisted in anger and annoyence. "I didn't call you for this. But for a interrogation, Johnson!"

I have what I need, Steve. I would never kill without thinking about it first. I'm not that washed in the head, yet.

She spun the dog tags around her finger, gently showing them to him.

They are powerful, smart but pretentiously stupid. The have indeed, left their under-logs open for their chanels. There is nothing better than that for us, to receive a first hand bypass and a ground-level browsing side. All we needed was an agent, alibi or scapegoat. And we have that now, alongside the man's information.

She reached for her back pocket, careful not to spill things out, handing him a credit card, one that seemed...newly made in his name.

Good job, Steve. I'm proud of you.

Steve took the credit card with a scoff before walking off, leaving her alone in the alley and with the corpse.

Steve dragged the body of a HYDRA agent more into a alley with a slightly annoyed expression on his features. God, this guys always needed to pop again, didn't they? Like some damn cockroaches. The unconscious man's face was a bloody mess, face beaten to a pulp. Probably at least half of it broken. No, the clone hadn't hold back. Well, just a bit. He needed to be interrogated after all.

He texted his new teammate/boss after he had leaned the in pain groaning man against a dumpster, just in case:

I have a HYDRA agent in need of interrogation. Oh, and bring someone with you that knows a bit of medic stuff.

The message was left on a simple 'Seen.'

However, minutes later, I slow down near the sent location, taking a 360 in place, as I get down from the bike. I hop off, shaking my gloves off my hands, gently sliding off my helmet too, a neutral expression, short brown locks falling into place after, my eyes at ease, yet curiously darting around the dimly lit way, brows gently creasing in curiosity...

Where is he?

"There." He wiped his bloody hand on his jeans, nodding behind the dumpster.

She walked there with a careful step, looking down at the man, who looked...deranged, to say the least. Gently cupping the man's jaw with a single gloved hand, the momentary crease between her brows fades back to neutrality. 'Poor guy.' she almost thought.

With the same, prolonged, gentle hold, she looked for his pulse, in the neck, in the wrist, all while noticing just the right amount of damage done everywhere. The man was shuddering with quiet breaths, daring, still, to look me in the eye, something that ticked me off a little. With a grip, that seemed gentle at first, she tugged at his shirt, ripping it off into halves the very next moment. Her other hand held his head up by his jaw, the grip looking tighter and worse each moment, all while her face stayed as if she were a simulation.

She gently takes the man's dog tags off, looking at the information carved into them, tracing her dainty pinky over the scars of his electrocution. She looked at him with momentary pity, that seemed to fade, all over again, eerily calm at the sight of the male that laid there.

She stood back up from kneeling, still giving the man a contemplative look.

"For the record, I am only responsible for the face.", Steve said, leaning against the wall opposite with his arms crossed over his chest.

Excellent work.

She spoke, in a fond tone, bringing a hand to gently pat his cheek, the other hooking into the trigger of her pistol. A brief flicker of uncertainty passed over her features, but it was like fleeting wind, gone in a blink.

The air of the alleyway rarefactions, into three consecutive shots ringing out and around the paper thin silence. A blatant splatter of red against the spotless leather of her suit, and against the skin of her face that seemed entirely too pale now. Her hand reached the stains, tipping them off with a gentle wipe, smearing some instead. She stared, without a though. Unaware of whatever this was supposed to make her feel, she slid the pistol back away.

We need to go back now.

Well, that's not what he had planned or called Johnson for. He pushed himself from the wall, features twisted in anger and annoyence. "I didn't call you for this. But for a interrogation, Johnson!"

Steve dragged the body of a HYDRA agent more into a alley with a slightly annoyed expression on his features. God, this guys always needed to pop again, didn't they? Like some damn cockroaches. The unconscious man's face was a bloody mess, face beaten to a pulp. Probably at least half of it broken. No, the clone hadn't hold back. Well, just a bit. He needed to be interrogated after all.

He texted his new teammate/boss after he had leaned the in pain groaning man against a dumpster, just in case:

I have a HYDRA agent in need of interrogation. Oh, and bring someone with you that knows a bit of medic stuff.

The message was left on a simple 'Seen.'

However, minutes later, I slow down near the sent location, taking a 360 in place, as I get down from the bike. I hop off, shaking my gloves off my hands, gently sliding off my helmet too, a neutral expression, short brown locks falling into place after, my eyes at ease, yet curiously darting around the dimly lit way, brows gently creasing in curiosity...

Where is he?

"There." He wiped his bloody hand on his jeans, nodding behind the dumpster.

She walked there with a careful step, looking down at the man, who looked...deranged, to say the least. Gently cupping the man's jaw with a single gloved hand, the momentary crease between her brows fades back to neutrality. 'Poor guy.' she almost thought.

With the same, prolonged, gentle hold, she looked for his pulse, in the neck, in the wrist, all while noticing just the right amount of damage done everywhere. The man was shuddering with quiet breaths, daring, still, to look me in the eye, something that ticked me off a little. With a grip, that seemed gentle at first, she tugged at his shirt, ripping it off into halves the very next moment. Her other hand held his head up by his jaw, the grip looking tighter and worse each moment, all while her face stayed as if she were a simulation.

She gently takes the man's dog tags off, looking at the information carved into them, tracing her dainty pinky over the scars of his electrocution. She looked at him with momentary pity, that seemed to fade, all over again, eerily calm at the sight of the male that laid there.

She stood back up from kneeling, still giving the man a contemplative look.

"For the record, I am only responsible for the face.", Steve said, leaning against the wall opposite with his arms crossed over his chest.

Steve dragged the body of a HYDRA agent more into a alley with a slightly annoyed expression on his features. God, this guys always needed to pop again, didn't they? Like some damn cockroaches. The unconscious man's face was a bloody mess, face beaten to a pulp. Probably at least half of it broken. No, the clone hadn't hold back. Well, just a bit. He needed to be interrogated after all.

He texted his new teammate/boss after he had leaned the in pain groaning man against a dumpster, just in case:

I have a HYDRA agent in need of interrogation. Oh, and bring someone with you that knows a bit of medic stuff.

The message was left on a simple 'Seen.'

However, minutes later, I slow down near the sent location, taking a 360 in place, as I get down from the bike. I hop off, shaking my gloves off my hands, gently sliding off my helmet too, a neutral expression, short brown locks falling into place after, my eyes at ease, yet curiously darting around the dimly lit way, brows gently creasing in curiosity...

Where is he?

"There." He wiped his bloody hand on his jeans, nodding behind the dumpster.

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Steve dragged the body of a HYDRA agent more into a alley with a slightly annoyed expression on his features. God, this guys always needed to pop again, didn't they? Like some damn cockroaches. The unconscious man's face was a bloody mess, face beaten to a pulp. Probably at least half of it broken. No, the clone hadn't hold back. Well, just a bit. He needed to be interrogated after all.

He texted his new teammate/boss after he had leaned the in pain groaning man against a dumpster, just in case:

I have a HYDRA agent in need of interrogation. Oh, and bring someone with you that knows a bit of medic stuff.

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Waits for him to come inside the room, locks the latch with a gentle click.

You've been away, long.

A gun pointed, for defense, of course.

@yoursx-cyber-skye

Steve surprised a annoyed groan, "And who are you?"

Holding back an amused grin, tickles the back of his ear with the gun-muzzle...

I don't know, guess?

"A woman?", he guessed before quickly turning around and snatching the gun, pointing it at the other now.

((ooc: Omg... I just saw I had written surprised and not surpressed.))

Snickers, puts hands up in surrender...

Wow...feisty for a clone. You underestimate me.

Casually pulls out another gun, head to head, winking at him.

Try a less...generalized...guess, maybe?

Steve's eyes narrowed a bit, flickering over her. He didn't really like this situation and her attitude, his mind working through possibilities of who she was. "Johnson."

Oh yeah? Which one? Miss Treble-Maker? or Miss Hack-your -wifi, hm? Can you tell yet?

Bites back a gentle chuckle, enjoying it.

"Don't know. Don't really care." He smiled through it looked a bit creepy and lacked humour. "Why don't you tell me?"

I'm the other one. Not....the earthquake girl. The human one. It very much hurts if you throw a brick at me. Anyway.

Puts up a little card with details on it.

You're...summoned. I mean- hired. Excellent reflexes by the way.

His eyes flickered to the card before he slowly lowers his gun and takes it. "Comes with growing-up in HYDRA and being a super soldier.", Steve mumbled, studying the card.

Hmm. You're gonna be an...interesting teammate. It's like...you know, a surprise adoption? Fury and Coulson do a lot of those...

I give him the card, plain, old, boring at first sight, Helvetica font stinging anybody's vision.

________________________________________________ STRATEGIC HOMELAND INTERVENTION ENFORCEMENT AND LOGISTICS DIVISION RECRUITMENT PASS

___________________________________________________________

"Surprise adoptions?", he asked with a mix of bewilderment and amusement before looking back at Johnson with sceptical eyes. "Didn't thought SHIELD would want someone like me in their rows. Aren't they worried I sabotage them or bring them in dilemmas?"

You're a high recommendation.

snickers, tickles his ear with the gun muzzle again...

I recommended. A lot of times. More like...threw tantrums about it. Messed up data, spammed their code a lot. I mean seriously, I was done having to sit with a sleepy cat and a computer that lagged when I typed too fast.

A crocked grin made it's on the clone's face while he ignored the tickling with the gun. "Well, I take that as a compliment."

As you should. It's not everyday I throw tantrums over people. I did once, a while ago, and it ended up with me locked in a red room, and the person 'executed' apparently. But you're not dying, not yet anyway. Check, though, is that you mess up, it's on me, at least at S.H.I.E.L.D, it is most definitely on me. I'll tell you that much. So now, let's show you where you're going? Or do you need more...convincing?

Tilts head, takes gun away, shrugging gently.

"A classic.", he grins, tugging the card away, securing the gun and then nods at her. "I am convinced. Led the way."

Raises a brow, a little taken aback...

That was easy. Impressive.

Leads him out, clicking the gun back onto its place on my back, walks him out and about to a bike, a polished, navy-accented Kawasaki 1600, shoving a helmet at him.

I'm driving. Not that I don't believe in you, but I simply can't let my darling crash. I just got her all dolled up this tuesday.

Shrugs, puts her own helmet and gloves on.

"What am I? A kid? I don't need this.", he grumbled, referring to the helmet. His ego hurt through that he wouldn't drive and would need to sit behind Johnson and hold onto her.

Firstly, you may not, but I do. Secondly, If we're going to be teammates, I need you alive and breathing, okay?

Puts the helmet on him, tries to get his hair out of his face, snickers...

You look like a boy on his first bike, christ...Come now, hop on.

He grumbled something incoherent before hopping on the bike.

Didn't catch that, boy.

Revvs up the engine.

Hold tight.

Speeds up with a gentle hitch.

His arms wrapped around her waist. "Yeah, yeah..."

Speeding, obviously speed limits don't exist, turns on music through helmets, snickering.

You're going to have fun.

Swerves lanes, tilts narrow, shooting some sparks behind...

"Oh god, please, don't.", he groaned, debating with himself if he should just jump off the bike.

Too late.

Chuckles, making steep leans, putting the visor down.

"Oh, we are going to be great teammates.", he muttered sarcastically.

Oh, believe me, I know.

Chuckles, slowing down at a facility check point, parks into an inner valet, slides helmet off, puts hair down...

We're here.

"Finally." He instantly took the helmet off while getting from the bike.

Not your best ride, I know, Sousa vomited on his first- Jesus, oh god-

Brows crease oddly mid-speaking, watching his hair dishevel, trying to get them right, but they quickly come back into place...

Hey, what is this, natural hairspray treatment, wow, I'm envious.

He automatically runs a hand through his short brown hair. "Dunno. My original has it too. Don't ask why or how, Johnson."

Funny.

Squints, walks him in...magnetic openings everywhere, scans user pass...

This is...S.H.I.E.L.D, acronymically, and literally. They are like the...Men in Black for the super-super-heroes in the world, they're international, see all those flags? yeah. 15 Floors, divided into sections of threes, and 4 such buildings in the infrastructure, and we call it, The S-Quad. Don't worry. You're not getting lost with me by your side, big guy.

Pats his back.

Next, is where we will be. 12th floor of Wing C, Department of Combined Administration. If you need to see Fury anytime, you can call him through your cabinet phone.

Takes him to where mentioned, shows him to a cabinet.

It's a room, you can live here, there's a work desk too, and basically, it's your corner of shield. You have the cabinet phone, and the cafeteria's two floors down.

Looks around...

Kinda small, but then again, nobody's in their room most of the time. Also, training starts Monday, 6 A.M and if you're late, just remember that I'm screwed over too.

Also.

Grins, looking stupid.

I'm the boss of you. Since you know, I technically recruited you. But that's gonna make things weird, so let's stick to being a team, hm? Although I can, use my power as boss when required.

Snickers, hums, looking around the desk..

Can you believe it? Daisy's little nobody twinsie, recruiting people...it sounds so fake...

Steve blinks and just gave a dragged out, "Yeah..."

Sighs slightly, senses disinterest...

You know what, you can go about here, go out, whatever, I'm...I'm gonna go now. I got a few...errands...I guess...I'm not busy I just....I don't know what else to tell you....you're not as talkative as the original, I am supposing. Either way, just....uh....don't get killed...and uh....no fighting. Or we're screwed, yeah?

He looks around for a moment sighing internally while remembering Bucky's social lessons. "Sorry.", the clone mumbled quietly before looking back at Johnson, clearing his throat. "I am interested... So, how does this work with missions and laws and so?"

A little bit sheepish...

....We're connected to all of the international telecoms and SAT-ins, which means the entire place is fed a million updates a minute, some major ones are taken into account, supposing there is a war, a big economic or political issue, maybe requirement of any, any men from legal, they are sent. Like...FBI? kind of. And we mostly work with regards to the super-hero people. You know, their welfare, their training, their facilities, their accords. All of it. There are hero-bases everywhere in the world, and this is the main central circuit for all of those bases.

Where we come in, is when we need to establish communication with a certain place, or person, we help in sending them code, with tracking systems, all of it...and we're also some of the people sent for threat-capturing or recruitments...yeah...

thinking to myself-- 'Damn, I talk a lot.'

Steve nodded slowly. "Alright. And if I get into... shady situations then...?"

....Then I help you out of it. I am supposed to. I'm always there. At least before Fury finds out. If Fury finds out, we'll still get out just fine, but we're going to have to deal with...a lot of...scolding. yeah.

Chuckles...

He grins again. "Good. That's definitely noted."

You know what I...noticed? One reason we might get along, is that we're both...duplicates. you know, your original is...Bucky. My 'original' is Daisy. Is that weird? we both have people that look exactly like us?

Squints.

"I don't think it's weird at all." Steve shrugged nonchalant. Okay, maybe asking a clone that was born and grew up only in HYDRA wasn't that good of a interlocutors in such matters.

...Right. Yeah. I think...that's quite okay, isn't it?

thinking to myself-- 'Geez...are all HYDRA brain-washed system machines like this..? reminds me of Grant a lot...and that's not a good thing, Skye. Anyway.'

Do you...wanna get dinner? or...do you not eat at all? like...not human...kinda?

"I am a clone, not a robot.", he huffed, crossing his arms. "Of course I want dinner."

Oh, okay, okay, don't be mad, firecracker. We'll get dinner alright. Come now, I'll show you to the most decent thing this place can give you for existing as something...super. Like existing as a clone, like you, for example.

Guides him down a few floors towards the cafeteria...

His eyebrows furrowed lighty as he followed her. "Don't call me, firecracker, Johnson."

Why not, you're basically always with a lit string, ready to pop, and you've got that fiery stance about you always.

sighs.

Plus, you only ever call me Johnson.

grins.

"That first part is definitely not true.", he scoffed before entering the cafeteria.

Snickers, ruffles his hairdo on purpose.

What~? no, seriously, just look at you, the whole demeanor just screams 'Don't trust me, I'm going to hurt you, aaaaa severe abandonment issues!'

Grabs two sets of serving packages and gently tugs at his sleeve..

Come, that one's free...

Points at a table...

"Abandonment issues?", he repeated incredulously before setting down at the table. "I am not Bucky. I don't have these."

Oh sure...you're a clone, that means your morphology as well as Genetic Sequencing aligns with him, which means at least 17 out of 20 of your protein sequences must align with his, meaning...you are at least...65-70% or so...psychologically...based on him...and that means, you very well might have those, considering that they're a big part of his personality too.

Shrugs.

Steve groans as he pinches the bridge of his nose before giving her a annoyed glare. "I want to kill you right now."

Really? is it because I'm right?

Smirks, stuffs a sushi roll in his mouth.

Steve doesn't say anything and just starts to eat while glaring at her.

Come on, firecracker, don't be mad, now, you know~ I'm right. Aren't I?

Nibbles on another sushi roll...

"I am going to kill you.", he just grumbles under his breath.

Oh, come on~! What did I do? And wouldn't you be so~ lost without your amazing teammate-slash-boss Johnson?

Chuckles, feeding him a sushi roll, alternatingly...

Steve grabs her wrist and pushes it away from him. "I don't even know you for a day. And no, I wouldn't."

--'Mean.'

Huffs slightly, sliding his own meal-box to him.

Fine. Fine. But don't. For god's sake, get in trouble around here. Or we're both fired.

Sits back quietly, nibbling on her sushi, lost in thought.

"I can't promise anything.", he simply said.

Jeez, okay, first of all. What even is your problem? What did I do? All I did was recruit you, and you've been like a ticking bomb since. Not to mention very, very gruff.

Inhales...

And this isn't something to promise. It's something to know. If we both, not to mentions even just myself, lose this job, we're going to be serious disappointments, and I don't know about you, but t matters, okay?

--He's so much like Grant, only problem is, not as friendly. Not even close.

He swallowes his next bite before calmly replying. "I meant it literally. A bit ago I had this..." He thinks for a second how he could describe it. "... episodes that made me act like a sociopath." He takes a sip of water before adding. "And, honestly, I don't really care if we are being serious disappointments."

God, you really are just Bucky without his actual name. Makes so much sense.

Sits back with a huff, fiddling with a lighter, sometimes burning my tongue...

Steve arched a eyebrow. Not at her action, but her words. "My original isn't a sociopath."

...He has his days for 'Withdrawal symptoms', we studied him for an assignment...goes crazy sometimes...

Shrugs, continues trying to burn my tongue...

"Which variant was that, huh? Because it's not one of the Bucky's I know from."

I don't remember.

Sighs...

did you have friends? at HYDRA?

Steve nearly snorted. "Did you just listen to what you asked yourself?"

...I asked....if you had friends...at HYDRA?

I blink, looking back at him...

"Johnson.", he starts suddenly all serious as he leans forward and locked eyes with her. "Nobody has friends at HYDRA."

What an odd thing to say...but, I had a friend...? How come...nobody does?

Spoke, flame against my tongue...

He took the lighter from her - because it started to annoy him - and threw it away without paying attention to where. "Oh, exceptions prove the rule."

Hisses quietly, brows creasing in annoyance, sitting up and reaching for his collar harshly, ticked off...

--the lighter was a gift.

What is your problem?!

"Theoretically?" He grins through this time it mixed with a slight maniac glint in his eyes. "Me."

Blinking, tired, but not showing it...

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

He just tilted his head a bit to the side, grin turning wider and more maniac before he simply tipped his temple.

Hisses, whispering, glares him down from a closer proximity, .

Speak up, Steve.

"Born and grown-up in HYDRA, remember?" He chuckles faintly.

Is that supposed to explain enough? I said speak up. Tell me what you're thinking. Not what you want to say.

Tries to focus into his eyes...

"But where's the fun in that?"

Steve. Why...why do you keep wanting me....to figure you out? Tell me what you're thinking and I'll help you out of it.

Holds his head, massages the behind of his ear...

--if he's made from Bucky...this must work....

Steve quickly grabs her hands in a rather rough manner, any hint of carefulness he might have shown before gone. "I don't need help.", he says casually, the maniacness still present.

Steve.

My hold back on him, firmer than I looked, I holding him by his jaw.

Focus.

He tilts his head a bit more. "On what?"

Waits for him to come inside the room, locks the latch with a gentle click.

You've been away, long.

A gun pointed, for defense, of course.

@yoursx-cyber-skye

Steve surprised a annoyed groan, "And who are you?"

Holding back an amused grin, tickles the back of his ear with the gun-muzzle...

I don't know, guess?

"A woman?", he guessed before quickly turning around and snatching the gun, pointing it at the other now.

((ooc: Omg... I just saw I had written surprised and not surpressed.))

Snickers, puts hands up in surrender...

Wow...feisty for a clone. You underestimate me.

Casually pulls out another gun, head to head, winking at him.

Try a less...generalized...guess, maybe?

Steve's eyes narrowed a bit, flickering over her. He didn't really like this situation and her attitude, his mind working through possibilities of who she was. "Johnson."

Oh yeah? Which one? Miss Treble-Maker? or Miss Hack-your -wifi, hm? Can you tell yet?

Bites back a gentle chuckle, enjoying it.

"Don't know. Don't really care." He smiled through it looked a bit creepy and lacked humour. "Why don't you tell me?"

I'm the other one. Not....the earthquake girl. The human one. It very much hurts if you throw a brick at me. Anyway.

Puts up a little card with details on it.

You're...summoned. I mean- hired. Excellent reflexes by the way.

His eyes flickered to the card before he slowly lowers his gun and takes it. "Comes with growing-up in HYDRA and being a super soldier.", Steve mumbled, studying the card.

Hmm. You're gonna be an...interesting teammate. It's like...you know, a surprise adoption? Fury and Coulson do a lot of those...

I give him the card, plain, old, boring at first sight, Helvetica font stinging anybody's vision.

________________________________________________ STRATEGIC HOMELAND INTERVENTION ENFORCEMENT AND LOGISTICS DIVISION RECRUITMENT PASS

___________________________________________________________

"Surprise adoptions?", he asked with a mix of bewilderment and amusement before looking back at Johnson with sceptical eyes. "Didn't thought SHIELD would want someone like me in their rows. Aren't they worried I sabotage them or bring them in dilemmas?"

You're a high recommendation.

snickers, tickles his ear with the gun muzzle again...

I recommended. A lot of times. More like...threw tantrums about it. Messed up data, spammed their code a lot. I mean seriously, I was done having to sit with a sleepy cat and a computer that lagged when I typed too fast.

A crocked grin made it's on the clone's face while he ignored the tickling with the gun. "Well, I take that as a compliment."

As you should. It's not everyday I throw tantrums over people. I did once, a while ago, and it ended up with me locked in a red room, and the person 'executed' apparently. But you're not dying, not yet anyway. Check, though, is that you mess up, it's on me, at least at S.H.I.E.L.D, it is most definitely on me. I'll tell you that much. So now, let's show you where you're going? Or do you need more...convincing?

Tilts head, takes gun away, shrugging gently.

"A classic.", he grins, tugging the card away, securing the gun and then nods at her. "I am convinced. Led the way."

Raises a brow, a little taken aback...

That was easy. Impressive.

Leads him out, clicking the gun back onto its place on my back, walks him out and about to a bike, a polished, navy-accented Kawasaki 1600, shoving a helmet at him.

I'm driving. Not that I don't believe in you, but I simply can't let my darling crash. I just got her all dolled up this tuesday.

Shrugs, puts her own helmet and gloves on.

"What am I? A kid? I don't need this.", he grumbled, referring to the helmet. His ego hurt through that he wouldn't drive and would need to sit behind Johnson and hold onto her.

Firstly, you may not, but I do. Secondly, If we're going to be teammates, I need you alive and breathing, okay?

Puts the helmet on him, tries to get his hair out of his face, snickers...

You look like a boy on his first bike, christ...Come now, hop on.

He grumbled something incoherent before hopping on the bike.

Didn't catch that, boy.

Revvs up the engine.

Hold tight.

Speeds up with a gentle hitch.

His arms wrapped around her waist. "Yeah, yeah..."

Speeding, obviously speed limits don't exist, turns on music through helmets, snickering.

You're going to have fun.

Swerves lanes, tilts narrow, shooting some sparks behind...

"Oh god, please, don't.", he groaned, debating with himself if he should just jump off the bike.

Too late.

Chuckles, making steep leans, putting the visor down.

"Oh, we are going to be great teammates.", he muttered sarcastically.

Oh, believe me, I know.

Chuckles, slowing down at a facility check point, parks into an inner valet, slides helmet off, puts hair down...

We're here.

"Finally." He instantly took the helmet off while getting from the bike.

Not your best ride, I know, Sousa vomited on his first- Jesus, oh god-

Brows crease oddly mid-speaking, watching his hair dishevel, trying to get them right, but they quickly come back into place...

Hey, what is this, natural hairspray treatment, wow, I'm envious.

He automatically runs a hand through his short brown hair. "Dunno. My original has it too. Don't ask why or how, Johnson."

Funny.

Squints, walks him in...magnetic openings everywhere, scans user pass...

This is...S.H.I.E.L.D, acronymically, and literally. They are like the...Men in Black for the super-super-heroes in the world, they're international, see all those flags? yeah. 15 Floors, divided into sections of threes, and 4 such buildings in the infrastructure, and we call it, The S-Quad. Don't worry. You're not getting lost with me by your side, big guy.

Pats his back.

Next, is where we will be. 12th floor of Wing C, Department of Combined Administration. If you need to see Fury anytime, you can call him through your cabinet phone.

Takes him to where mentioned, shows him to a cabinet.

It's a room, you can live here, there's a work desk too, and basically, it's your corner of shield. You have the cabinet phone, and the cafeteria's two floors down.

Looks around...

Kinda small, but then again, nobody's in their room most of the time. Also, training starts Monday, 6 A.M and if you're late, just remember that I'm screwed over too.

Also.

Grins, looking stupid.

I'm the boss of you. Since you know, I technically recruited you. But that's gonna make things weird, so let's stick to being a team, hm? Although I can, use my power as boss when required.

Snickers, hums, looking around the desk..

Can you believe it? Daisy's little nobody twinsie, recruiting people...it sounds so fake...

Steve blinks and just gave a dragged out, "Yeah..."

Sighs slightly, senses disinterest...

You know what, you can go about here, go out, whatever, I'm...I'm gonna go now. I got a few...errands...I guess...I'm not busy I just....I don't know what else to tell you....you're not as talkative as the original, I am supposing. Either way, just....uh....don't get killed...and uh....no fighting. Or we're screwed, yeah?

He looks around for a moment sighing internally while remembering Bucky's social lessons. "Sorry.", the clone mumbled quietly before looking back at Johnson, clearing his throat. "I am interested... So, how does this work with missions and laws and so?"

A little bit sheepish...

....We're connected to all of the international telecoms and SAT-ins, which means the entire place is fed a million updates a minute, some major ones are taken into account, supposing there is a war, a big economic or political issue, maybe requirement of any, any men from legal, they are sent. Like...FBI? kind of. And we mostly work with regards to the super-hero people. You know, their welfare, their training, their facilities, their accords. All of it. There are hero-bases everywhere in the world, and this is the main central circuit for all of those bases.

Where we come in, is when we need to establish communication with a certain place, or person, we help in sending them code, with tracking systems, all of it...and we're also some of the people sent for threat-capturing or recruitments...yeah...

thinking to myself-- 'Damn, I talk a lot.'

Steve nodded slowly. "Alright. And if I get into... shady situations then...?"

....Then I help you out of it. I am supposed to. I'm always there. At least before Fury finds out. If Fury finds out, we'll still get out just fine, but we're going to have to deal with...a lot of...scolding. yeah.

Chuckles...

He grins again. "Good. That's definitely noted."

You know what I...noticed? One reason we might get along, is that we're both...duplicates. you know, your original is...Bucky. My 'original' is Daisy. Is that weird? we both have people that look exactly like us?

Squints.

"I don't think it's weird at all." Steve shrugged nonchalant. Okay, maybe asking a clone that was born and grew up only in HYDRA wasn't that good of a interlocutors in such matters.

...Right. Yeah. I think...that's quite okay, isn't it?

thinking to myself-- 'Geez...are all HYDRA brain-washed system machines like this..? reminds me of Grant a lot...and that's not a good thing, Skye. Anyway.'

Do you...wanna get dinner? or...do you not eat at all? like...not human...kinda?

"I am a clone, not a robot.", he huffed, crossing his arms. "Of course I want dinner."

Oh, okay, okay, don't be mad, firecracker. We'll get dinner alright. Come now, I'll show you to the most decent thing this place can give you for existing as something...super. Like existing as a clone, like you, for example.

Guides him down a few floors towards the cafeteria...

His eyebrows furrowed lighty as he followed her. "Don't call me, firecracker, Johnson."

Why not, you're basically always with a lit string, ready to pop, and you've got that fiery stance about you always.

sighs.

Plus, you only ever call me Johnson.

grins.

"That first part is definitely not true.", he scoffed before entering the cafeteria.

Snickers, ruffles his hairdo on purpose.

What~? no, seriously, just look at you, the whole demeanor just screams 'Don't trust me, I'm going to hurt you, aaaaa severe abandonment issues!'

Grabs two sets of serving packages and gently tugs at his sleeve..

Come, that one's free...

Points at a table...

"Abandonment issues?", he repeated incredulously before setting down at the table. "I am not Bucky. I don't have these."

Oh sure...you're a clone, that means your morphology as well as Genetic Sequencing aligns with him, which means at least 17 out of 20 of your protein sequences must align with his, meaning...you are at least...65-70% or so...psychologically...based on him...and that means, you very well might have those, considering that they're a big part of his personality too.

Shrugs.

Steve groans as he pinches the bridge of his nose before giving her a annoyed glare. "I want to kill you right now."

Really? is it because I'm right?

Smirks, stuffs a sushi roll in his mouth.

Steve doesn't say anything and just starts to eat while glaring at her.

Come on, firecracker, don't be mad, now, you know~ I'm right. Aren't I?

Nibbles on another sushi roll...

"I am going to kill you.", he just grumbles under his breath.

Oh, come on~! What did I do? And wouldn't you be so~ lost without your amazing teammate-slash-boss Johnson?

Chuckles, feeding him a sushi roll, alternatingly...

Steve grabs her wrist and pushes it away from him. "I don't even know you for a day. And no, I wouldn't."

--'Mean.'

Huffs slightly, sliding his own meal-box to him.

Fine. Fine. But don't. For god's sake, get in trouble around here. Or we're both fired.

Sits back quietly, nibbling on her sushi, lost in thought.

"I can't promise anything.", he simply said.

Jeez, okay, first of all. What even is your problem? What did I do? All I did was recruit you, and you've been like a ticking bomb since. Not to mention very, very gruff.

Inhales...

And this isn't something to promise. It's something to know. If we both, not to mentions even just myself, lose this job, we're going to be serious disappointments, and I don't know about you, but t matters, okay?

--He's so much like Grant, only problem is, not as friendly. Not even close.

He swallowes his next bite before calmly replying. "I meant it literally. A bit ago I had this..." He thinks for a second how he could describe it. "... episodes that made me act like a sociopath." He takes a sip of water before adding. "And, honestly, I don't really care if we are being serious disappointments."

God, you really are just Bucky without his actual name. Makes so much sense.

Sits back with a huff, fiddling with a lighter, sometimes burning my tongue...

Steve arched a eyebrow. Not at her action, but her words. "My original isn't a sociopath."

...He has his days for 'Withdrawal symptoms', we studied him for an assignment...goes crazy sometimes...

Shrugs, continues trying to burn my tongue...

"Which variant was that, huh? Because it's not one of the Bucky's I know from."

I don't remember.

Sighs...

did you have friends? at HYDRA?

Steve nearly snorted. "Did you just listen to what you asked yourself?"

...I asked....if you had friends...at HYDRA?

I blink, looking back at him...

"Johnson.", he starts suddenly all serious as he leans forward and locked eyes with her. "Nobody has friends at HYDRA."

What an odd thing to say...but, I had a friend...? How come...nobody does?

Spoke, flame against my tongue...

He took the lighter from her - because it started to annoy him - and threw it away without paying attention to where. "Oh, exceptions prove the rule."

Hisses quietly, brows creasing in annoyance, sitting up and reaching for his collar harshly, ticked off...

--the lighter was a gift.

What is your problem?!

"Theoretically?" He grins through this time it mixed with a slight maniac glint in his eyes. "Me."

Blinking, tired, but not showing it...

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

He just tilted his head a bit to the side, grin turning wider and more maniac before he simply tipped his temple.

Hisses, whispering, glares him down from a closer proximity, .

Speak up, Steve.

"Born and grown-up in HYDRA, remember?" He chuckles faintly.

Is that supposed to explain enough? I said speak up. Tell me what you're thinking. Not what you want to say.

Tries to focus into his eyes...

"But where's the fun in that?"

Steve. Why...why do you keep wanting me....to figure you out? Tell me what you're thinking and I'll help you out of it.

Holds his head, massages the behind of his ear...

--if he's made from Bucky...this must work....

Steve quickly grabs her hands in a rather rough manner, any hint of carefulness he might have shown before gone. "I don't need help.", he says casually, the maniacness still present.

Waits for him to come inside the room, locks the latch with a gentle click.

You've been away, long.

A gun pointed, for defense, of course.

@yoursx-cyber-skye

Steve surprised a annoyed groan, "And who are you?"

Holding back an amused grin, tickles the back of his ear with the gun-muzzle...

I don't know, guess?

"A woman?", he guessed before quickly turning around and snatching the gun, pointing it at the other now.

((ooc: Omg... I just saw I had written surprised and not surpressed.))

Snickers, puts hands up in surrender...

Wow...feisty for a clone. You underestimate me.

Casually pulls out another gun, head to head, winking at him.

Try a less...generalized...guess, maybe?

Steve's eyes narrowed a bit, flickering over her. He didn't really like this situation and her attitude, his mind working through possibilities of who she was. "Johnson."

Oh yeah? Which one? Miss Treble-Maker? or Miss Hack-your -wifi, hm? Can you tell yet?

Bites back a gentle chuckle, enjoying it.

"Don't know. Don't really care." He smiled through it looked a bit creepy and lacked humour. "Why don't you tell me?"

I'm the other one. Not....the earthquake girl. The human one. It very much hurts if you throw a brick at me. Anyway.

Puts up a little card with details on it.

You're...summoned. I mean- hired. Excellent reflexes by the way.

His eyes flickered to the card before he slowly lowers his gun and takes it. "Comes with growing-up in HYDRA and being a super soldier.", Steve mumbled, studying the card.

Hmm. You're gonna be an...interesting teammate. It's like...you know, a surprise adoption? Fury and Coulson do a lot of those...

I give him the card, plain, old, boring at first sight, Helvetica font stinging anybody's vision.

________________________________________________ STRATEGIC HOMELAND INTERVENTION ENFORCEMENT AND LOGISTICS DIVISION RECRUITMENT PASS

___________________________________________________________

"Surprise adoptions?", he asked with a mix of bewilderment and amusement before looking back at Johnson with sceptical eyes. "Didn't thought SHIELD would want someone like me in their rows. Aren't they worried I sabotage them or bring them in dilemmas?"

You're a high recommendation.

snickers, tickles his ear with the gun muzzle again...

I recommended. A lot of times. More like...threw tantrums about it. Messed up data, spammed their code a lot. I mean seriously, I was done having to sit with a sleepy cat and a computer that lagged when I typed too fast.

A crocked grin made it's on the clone's face while he ignored the tickling with the gun. "Well, I take that as a compliment."

As you should. It's not everyday I throw tantrums over people. I did once, a while ago, and it ended up with me locked in a red room, and the person 'executed' apparently. But you're not dying, not yet anyway. Check, though, is that you mess up, it's on me, at least at S.H.I.E.L.D, it is most definitely on me. I'll tell you that much. So now, let's show you where you're going? Or do you need more...convincing?

Tilts head, takes gun away, shrugging gently.

"A classic.", he grins, tugging the card away, securing the gun and then nods at her. "I am convinced. Led the way."

Raises a brow, a little taken aback...

That was easy. Impressive.

Leads him out, clicking the gun back onto its place on my back, walks him out and about to a bike, a polished, navy-accented Kawasaki 1600, shoving a helmet at him.

I'm driving. Not that I don't believe in you, but I simply can't let my darling crash. I just got her all dolled up this tuesday.

Shrugs, puts her own helmet and gloves on.

"What am I? A kid? I don't need this.", he grumbled, referring to the helmet. His ego hurt through that he wouldn't drive and would need to sit behind Johnson and hold onto her.

Firstly, you may not, but I do. Secondly, If we're going to be teammates, I need you alive and breathing, okay?

Puts the helmet on him, tries to get his hair out of his face, snickers...

You look like a boy on his first bike, christ...Come now, hop on.

He grumbled something incoherent before hopping on the bike.

Didn't catch that, boy.

Revvs up the engine.

Hold tight.

Speeds up with a gentle hitch.

His arms wrapped around her waist. "Yeah, yeah..."

Speeding, obviously speed limits don't exist, turns on music through helmets, snickering.

You're going to have fun.

Swerves lanes, tilts narrow, shooting some sparks behind...

"Oh god, please, don't.", he groaned, debating with himself if he should just jump off the bike.

Too late.

Chuckles, making steep leans, putting the visor down.

"Oh, we are going to be great teammates.", he muttered sarcastically.

Oh, believe me, I know.

Chuckles, slowing down at a facility check point, parks into an inner valet, slides helmet off, puts hair down...

We're here.

"Finally." He instantly took the helmet off while getting from the bike.

Not your best ride, I know, Sousa vomited on his first- Jesus, oh god-

Brows crease oddly mid-speaking, watching his hair dishevel, trying to get them right, but they quickly come back into place...

Hey, what is this, natural hairspray treatment, wow, I'm envious.

He automatically runs a hand through his short brown hair. "Dunno. My original has it too. Don't ask why or how, Johnson."

Funny.

Squints, walks him in...magnetic openings everywhere, scans user pass...

This is...S.H.I.E.L.D, acronymically, and literally. They are like the...Men in Black for the super-super-heroes in the world, they're international, see all those flags? yeah. 15 Floors, divided into sections of threes, and 4 such buildings in the infrastructure, and we call it, The S-Quad. Don't worry. You're not getting lost with me by your side, big guy.

Pats his back.

Next, is where we will be. 12th floor of Wing C, Department of Combined Administration. If you need to see Fury anytime, you can call him through your cabinet phone.

Takes him to where mentioned, shows him to a cabinet.

It's a room, you can live here, there's a work desk too, and basically, it's your corner of shield. You have the cabinet phone, and the cafeteria's two floors down.

Looks around...

Kinda small, but then again, nobody's in their room most of the time. Also, training starts Monday, 6 A.M and if you're late, just remember that I'm screwed over too.

Also.

Grins, looking stupid.

I'm the boss of you. Since you know, I technically recruited you. But that's gonna make things weird, so let's stick to being a team, hm? Although I can, use my power as boss when required.

Snickers, hums, looking around the desk..

Can you believe it? Daisy's little nobody twinsie, recruiting people...it sounds so fake...

Steve blinks and just gave a dragged out, "Yeah..."

Sighs slightly, senses disinterest...

You know what, you can go about here, go out, whatever, I'm...I'm gonna go now. I got a few...errands...I guess...I'm not busy I just....I don't know what else to tell you....you're not as talkative as the original, I am supposing. Either way, just....uh....don't get killed...and uh....no fighting. Or we're screwed, yeah?

He looks around for a moment sighing internally while remembering Bucky's social lessons. "Sorry.", the clone mumbled quietly before looking back at Johnson, clearing his throat. "I am interested... So, how does this work with missions and laws and so?"

A little bit sheepish...

....We're connected to all of the international telecoms and SAT-ins, which means the entire place is fed a million updates a minute, some major ones are taken into account, supposing there is a war, a big economic or political issue, maybe requirement of any, any men from legal, they are sent. Like...FBI? kind of. And we mostly work with regards to the super-hero people. You know, their welfare, their training, their facilities, their accords. All of it. There are hero-bases everywhere in the world, and this is the main central circuit for all of those bases.

Where we come in, is when we need to establish communication with a certain place, or person, we help in sending them code, with tracking systems, all of it...and we're also some of the people sent for threat-capturing or recruitments...yeah...

thinking to myself-- 'Damn, I talk a lot.'

Steve nodded slowly. "Alright. And if I get into... shady situations then...?"

....Then I help you out of it. I am supposed to. I'm always there. At least before Fury finds out. If Fury finds out, we'll still get out just fine, but we're going to have to deal with...a lot of...scolding. yeah.

Chuckles...

He grins again. "Good. That's definitely noted."

You know what I...noticed? One reason we might get along, is that we're both...duplicates. you know, your original is...Bucky. My 'original' is Daisy. Is that weird? we both have people that look exactly like us?

Squints.

"I don't think it's weird at all." Steve shrugged nonchalant. Okay, maybe asking a clone that was born and grew up only in HYDRA wasn't that good of a interlocutors in such matters.

...Right. Yeah. I think...that's quite okay, isn't it?

thinking to myself-- 'Geez...are all HYDRA brain-washed system machines like this..? reminds me of Grant a lot...and that's not a good thing, Skye. Anyway.'

Do you...wanna get dinner? or...do you not eat at all? like...not human...kinda?

"I am a clone, not a robot.", he huffed, crossing his arms. "Of course I want dinner."

Oh, okay, okay, don't be mad, firecracker. We'll get dinner alright. Come now, I'll show you to the most decent thing this place can give you for existing as something...super. Like existing as a clone, like you, for example.

Guides him down a few floors towards the cafeteria...

His eyebrows furrowed lighty as he followed her. "Don't call me, firecracker, Johnson."

Why not, you're basically always with a lit string, ready to pop, and you've got that fiery stance about you always.

sighs.

Plus, you only ever call me Johnson.

grins.

"That first part is definitely not true.", he scoffed before entering the cafeteria.

Snickers, ruffles his hairdo on purpose.

What~? no, seriously, just look at you, the whole demeanor just screams 'Don't trust me, I'm going to hurt you, aaaaa severe abandonment issues!'

Grabs two sets of serving packages and gently tugs at his sleeve..

Come, that one's free...

Points at a table...

"Abandonment issues?", he repeated incredulously before setting down at the table. "I am not Bucky. I don't have these."

Oh sure...you're a clone, that means your morphology as well as Genetic Sequencing aligns with him, which means at least 17 out of 20 of your protein sequences must align with his, meaning...you are at least...65-70% or so...psychologically...based on him...and that means, you very well might have those, considering that they're a big part of his personality too.

Shrugs.

Steve groans as he pinches the bridge of his nose before giving her a annoyed glare. "I want to kill you right now."

Really? is it because I'm right?

Smirks, stuffs a sushi roll in his mouth.

Steve doesn't say anything and just starts to eat while glaring at her.

Come on, firecracker, don't be mad, now, you know~ I'm right. Aren't I?

Nibbles on another sushi roll...

"I am going to kill you.", he just grumbles under his breath.

Oh, come on~! What did I do? And wouldn't you be so~ lost without your amazing teammate-slash-boss Johnson?

Chuckles, feeding him a sushi roll, alternatingly...

Steve grabs her wrist and pushes it away from him. "I don't even know you for a day. And no, I wouldn't."

--'Mean.'

Huffs slightly, sliding his own meal-box to him.

Fine. Fine. But don't. For god's sake, get in trouble around here. Or we're both fired.

Sits back quietly, nibbling on her sushi, lost in thought.

"I can't promise anything.", he simply said.

Jeez, okay, first of all. What even is your problem? What did I do? All I did was recruit you, and you've been like a ticking bomb since. Not to mention very, very gruff.

Inhales...

And this isn't something to promise. It's something to know. If we both, not to mentions even just myself, lose this job, we're going to be serious disappointments, and I don't know about you, but t matters, okay?

--He's so much like Grant, only problem is, not as friendly. Not even close.

He swallowes his next bite before calmly replying. "I meant it literally. A bit ago I had this..." He thinks for a second how he could describe it. "... episodes that made me act like a sociopath." He takes a sip of water before adding. "And, honestly, I don't really care if we are being serious disappointments."

God, you really are just Bucky without his actual name. Makes so much sense.

Sits back with a huff, fiddling with a lighter, sometimes burning my tongue...

Steve arched a eyebrow. Not at her action, but her words. "My original isn't a sociopath."

...He has his days for 'Withdrawal symptoms', we studied him for an assignment...goes crazy sometimes...

Shrugs, continues trying to burn my tongue...

"Which variant was that, huh? Because it's not one of the Bucky's I know from."

I don't remember.

Sighs...

did you have friends? at HYDRA?

Steve nearly snorted. "Did you just listen to what you asked yourself?"

...I asked....if you had friends...at HYDRA?

I blink, looking back at him...

"Johnson.", he starts suddenly all serious as he leans forward and locked eyes with her. "Nobody has friends at HYDRA."

What an odd thing to say...but, I had a friend...? How come...nobody does?

Spoke, flame against my tongue...

He took the lighter from her - because it started to annoy him - and threw it away without paying attention to where. "Oh, exceptions prove the rule."

Hisses quietly, brows creasing in annoyance, sitting up and reaching for his collar harshly, ticked off...

--the lighter was a gift.

What is your problem?!

"Theoretically?" He grins through this time it mixed with a slight maniac glint in his eyes. "Me."

Blinking, tired, but not showing it...

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

He just tilted his head a bit to the side, grin turning wider and more maniac before he simply tipped his temple.

Hisses, whispering, glares him down from a closer proximity, .

Speak up, Steve.

"Born and grown-up in HYDRA, remember?" He chuckles faintly.

Is that supposed to explain enough? I said speak up. Tell me what you're thinking. Not what you want to say.

Tries to focus into his eyes...

"But where's the fun in that?"

Waits for him to come inside the room, locks the latch with a gentle click.

You've been away, long.

A gun pointed, for defense, of course.

@yoursx-cyber-skye

Steve surprised a annoyed groan, "And who are you?"

Holding back an amused grin, tickles the back of his ear with the gun-muzzle...

I don't know, guess?

"A woman?", he guessed before quickly turning around and snatching the gun, pointing it at the other now.

((ooc: Omg... I just saw I had written surprised and not surpressed.))

Snickers, puts hands up in surrender...

Wow...feisty for a clone. You underestimate me.

Casually pulls out another gun, head to head, winking at him.

Try a less...generalized...guess, maybe?

Steve's eyes narrowed a bit, flickering over her. He didn't really like this situation and her attitude, his mind working through possibilities of who she was. "Johnson."

Oh yeah? Which one? Miss Treble-Maker? or Miss Hack-your -wifi, hm? Can you tell yet?

Bites back a gentle chuckle, enjoying it.

"Don't know. Don't really care." He smiled through it looked a bit creepy and lacked humour. "Why don't you tell me?"

I'm the other one. Not....the earthquake girl. The human one. It very much hurts if you throw a brick at me. Anyway.

Puts up a little card with details on it.

You're...summoned. I mean- hired. Excellent reflexes by the way.

His eyes flickered to the card before he slowly lowers his gun and takes it. "Comes with growing-up in HYDRA and being a super soldier.", Steve mumbled, studying the card.

Hmm. You're gonna be an...interesting teammate. It's like...you know, a surprise adoption? Fury and Coulson do a lot of those...

I give him the card, plain, old, boring at first sight, Helvetica font stinging anybody's vision.

________________________________________________ STRATEGIC HOMELAND INTERVENTION ENFORCEMENT AND LOGISTICS DIVISION RECRUITMENT PASS

___________________________________________________________

"Surprise adoptions?", he asked with a mix of bewilderment and amusement before looking back at Johnson with sceptical eyes. "Didn't thought SHIELD would want someone like me in their rows. Aren't they worried I sabotage them or bring them in dilemmas?"

You're a high recommendation.

snickers, tickles his ear with the gun muzzle again...

I recommended. A lot of times. More like...threw tantrums about it. Messed up data, spammed their code a lot. I mean seriously, I was done having to sit with a sleepy cat and a computer that lagged when I typed too fast.

A crocked grin made it's on the clone's face while he ignored the tickling with the gun. "Well, I take that as a compliment."

As you should. It's not everyday I throw tantrums over people. I did once, a while ago, and it ended up with me locked in a red room, and the person 'executed' apparently. But you're not dying, not yet anyway. Check, though, is that you mess up, it's on me, at least at S.H.I.E.L.D, it is most definitely on me. I'll tell you that much. So now, let's show you where you're going? Or do you need more...convincing?

Tilts head, takes gun away, shrugging gently.

"A classic.", he grins, tugging the card away, securing the gun and then nods at her. "I am convinced. Led the way."

Raises a brow, a little taken aback...

That was easy. Impressive.

Leads him out, clicking the gun back onto its place on my back, walks him out and about to a bike, a polished, navy-accented Kawasaki 1600, shoving a helmet at him.

I'm driving. Not that I don't believe in you, but I simply can't let my darling crash. I just got her all dolled up this tuesday.

Shrugs, puts her own helmet and gloves on.

"What am I? A kid? I don't need this.", he grumbled, referring to the helmet. His ego hurt through that he wouldn't drive and would need to sit behind Johnson and hold onto her.

Firstly, you may not, but I do. Secondly, If we're going to be teammates, I need you alive and breathing, okay?

Puts the helmet on him, tries to get his hair out of his face, snickers...

You look like a boy on his first bike, christ...Come now, hop on.

He grumbled something incoherent before hopping on the bike.

Didn't catch that, boy.

Revvs up the engine.

Hold tight.

Speeds up with a gentle hitch.

His arms wrapped around her waist. "Yeah, yeah..."

Speeding, obviously speed limits don't exist, turns on music through helmets, snickering.

You're going to have fun.

Swerves lanes, tilts narrow, shooting some sparks behind...

"Oh god, please, don't.", he groaned, debating with himself if he should just jump off the bike.

Too late.

Chuckles, making steep leans, putting the visor down.

"Oh, we are going to be great teammates.", he muttered sarcastically.

Oh, believe me, I know.

Chuckles, slowing down at a facility check point, parks into an inner valet, slides helmet off, puts hair down...

We're here.

"Finally." He instantly took the helmet off while getting from the bike.

Not your best ride, I know, Sousa vomited on his first- Jesus, oh god-

Brows crease oddly mid-speaking, watching his hair dishevel, trying to get them right, but they quickly come back into place...

Hey, what is this, natural hairspray treatment, wow, I'm envious.

He automatically runs a hand through his short brown hair. "Dunno. My original has it too. Don't ask why or how, Johnson."

Funny.

Squints, walks him in...magnetic openings everywhere, scans user pass...

This is...S.H.I.E.L.D, acronymically, and literally. They are like the...Men in Black for the super-super-heroes in the world, they're international, see all those flags? yeah. 15 Floors, divided into sections of threes, and 4 such buildings in the infrastructure, and we call it, The S-Quad. Don't worry. You're not getting lost with me by your side, big guy.

Pats his back.

Next, is where we will be. 12th floor of Wing C, Department of Combined Administration. If you need to see Fury anytime, you can call him through your cabinet phone.

Takes him to where mentioned, shows him to a cabinet.

It's a room, you can live here, there's a work desk too, and basically, it's your corner of shield. You have the cabinet phone, and the cafeteria's two floors down.

Looks around...

Kinda small, but then again, nobody's in their room most of the time. Also, training starts Monday, 6 A.M and if you're late, just remember that I'm screwed over too.

Also.

Grins, looking stupid.

I'm the boss of you. Since you know, I technically recruited you. But that's gonna make things weird, so let's stick to being a team, hm? Although I can, use my power as boss when required.

Snickers, hums, looking around the desk..

Can you believe it? Daisy's little nobody twinsie, recruiting people...it sounds so fake...

Steve blinks and just gave a dragged out, "Yeah..."

Sighs slightly, senses disinterest...

You know what, you can go about here, go out, whatever, I'm...I'm gonna go now. I got a few...errands...I guess...I'm not busy I just....I don't know what else to tell you....you're not as talkative as the original, I am supposing. Either way, just....uh....don't get killed...and uh....no fighting. Or we're screwed, yeah?

He looks around for a moment sighing internally while remembering Bucky's social lessons. "Sorry.", the clone mumbled quietly before looking back at Johnson, clearing his throat. "I am interested... So, how does this work with missions and laws and so?"

A little bit sheepish...

....We're connected to all of the international telecoms and SAT-ins, which means the entire place is fed a million updates a minute, some major ones are taken into account, supposing there is a war, a big economic or political issue, maybe requirement of any, any men from legal, they are sent. Like...FBI? kind of. And we mostly work with regards to the super-hero people. You know, their welfare, their training, their facilities, their accords. All of it. There are hero-bases everywhere in the world, and this is the main central circuit for all of those bases.

Where we come in, is when we need to establish communication with a certain place, or person, we help in sending them code, with tracking systems, all of it...and we're also some of the people sent for threat-capturing or recruitments...yeah...

thinking to myself-- 'Damn, I talk a lot.'

Steve nodded slowly. "Alright. And if I get into... shady situations then...?"

....Then I help you out of it. I am supposed to. I'm always there. At least before Fury finds out. If Fury finds out, we'll still get out just fine, but we're going to have to deal with...a lot of...scolding. yeah.

Chuckles...

He grins again. "Good. That's definitely noted."

You know what I...noticed? One reason we might get along, is that we're both...duplicates. you know, your original is...Bucky. My 'original' is Daisy. Is that weird? we both have people that look exactly like us?

Squints.

"I don't think it's weird at all." Steve shrugged nonchalant. Okay, maybe asking a clone that was born and grew up only in HYDRA wasn't that good of a interlocutors in such matters.

...Right. Yeah. I think...that's quite okay, isn't it?

thinking to myself-- 'Geez...are all HYDRA brain-washed system machines like this..? reminds me of Grant a lot...and that's not a good thing, Skye. Anyway.'

Do you...wanna get dinner? or...do you not eat at all? like...not human...kinda?

"I am a clone, not a robot.", he huffed, crossing his arms. "Of course I want dinner."

Oh, okay, okay, don't be mad, firecracker. We'll get dinner alright. Come now, I'll show you to the most decent thing this place can give you for existing as something...super. Like existing as a clone, like you, for example.

Guides him down a few floors towards the cafeteria...

His eyebrows furrowed lighty as he followed her. "Don't call me, firecracker, Johnson."

Why not, you're basically always with a lit string, ready to pop, and you've got that fiery stance about you always.

sighs.

Plus, you only ever call me Johnson.

grins.

"That first part is definitely not true.", he scoffed before entering the cafeteria.

Snickers, ruffles his hairdo on purpose.

What~? no, seriously, just look at you, the whole demeanor just screams 'Don't trust me, I'm going to hurt you, aaaaa severe abandonment issues!'

Grabs two sets of serving packages and gently tugs at his sleeve..

Come, that one's free...

Points at a table...

"Abandonment issues?", he repeated incredulously before setting down at the table. "I am not Bucky. I don't have these."

Oh sure...you're a clone, that means your morphology as well as Genetic Sequencing aligns with him, which means at least 17 out of 20 of your protein sequences must align with his, meaning...you are at least...65-70% or so...psychologically...based on him...and that means, you very well might have those, considering that they're a big part of his personality too.

Shrugs.

Steve groans as he pinches the bridge of his nose before giving her a annoyed glare. "I want to kill you right now."

Really? is it because I'm right?

Smirks, stuffs a sushi roll in his mouth.

Steve doesn't say anything and just starts to eat while glaring at her.

Come on, firecracker, don't be mad, now, you know~ I'm right. Aren't I?

Nibbles on another sushi roll...

"I am going to kill you.", he just grumbles under his breath.

Oh, come on~! What did I do? And wouldn't you be so~ lost without your amazing teammate-slash-boss Johnson?

Chuckles, feeding him a sushi roll, alternatingly...

Steve grabs her wrist and pushes it away from him. "I don't even know you for a day. And no, I wouldn't."

--'Mean.'

Huffs slightly, sliding his own meal-box to him.

Fine. Fine. But don't. For god's sake, get in trouble around here. Or we're both fired.

Sits back quietly, nibbling on her sushi, lost in thought.

"I can't promise anything.", he simply said.

Jeez, okay, first of all. What even is your problem? What did I do? All I did was recruit you, and you've been like a ticking bomb since. Not to mention very, very gruff.

Inhales...

And this isn't something to promise. It's something to know. If we both, not to mentions even just myself, lose this job, we're going to be serious disappointments, and I don't know about you, but t matters, okay?

--He's so much like Grant, only problem is, not as friendly. Not even close.

He swallowes his next bite before calmly replying. "I meant it literally. A bit ago I had this..." He thinks for a second how he could describe it. "... episodes that made me act like a sociopath." He takes a sip of water before adding. "And, honestly, I don't really care if we are being serious disappointments."

God, you really are just Bucky without his actual name. Makes so much sense.

Sits back with a huff, fiddling with a lighter, sometimes burning my tongue...

Steve arched a eyebrow. Not at her action, but her words. "My original isn't a sociopath."

...He has his days for 'Withdrawal symptoms', we studied him for an assignment...goes crazy sometimes...

Shrugs, continues trying to burn my tongue...

"Which variant was that, huh? Because it's not one of the Bucky's I know from."

I don't remember.

Sighs...

did you have friends? at HYDRA?

Steve nearly snorted. "Did you just listen to what you asked yourself?"

...I asked....if you had friends...at HYDRA?

I blink, looking back at him...

"Johnson.", he starts suddenly all serious as he leans forward and locked eyes with her. "Nobody has friends at HYDRA."

What an odd thing to say...but, I had a friend...? How come...nobody does?

Spoke, flame against my tongue...

He took the lighter from her - because it started to annoy him - and threw it away without paying attention to where. "Oh, exceptions prove the rule."

Hisses quietly, brows creasing in annoyance, sitting up and reaching for his collar harshly, ticked off...

--the lighter was a gift.

What is your problem?!

"Theoretically?" He grins through this time it mixed with a slight maniac glint in his eyes. "Me."

Blinking, tired, but not showing it...

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

He just tilted his head a bit to the side, grin turning wider and more maniac before he simply tipped his temple.

Hisses, whispering, glares him down from a closer proximity, .

Speak up, Steve.

"Born and grown-up in HYDRA, remember?" He chuckles faintly.

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