driftfleet | I came in like a wreeeeecking ball!

Who: Winter & You (poor bastards)
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Iskaulit
When: early am

[ OOC Note: This thread is mainly for closed CR, though new people who want to thread with Winter are willing to participate. Just keep in mind that the end results are predetermined! Personal threads won't be dependent on one another, but if you have any questions about anything, send me a pm or catch me at skorozima on plurk. This is a mod-approved augment glitch, the effects of which will only last briefly.

**Content of thread may hold Civil War compliant material, reader and participator be warned!** ]

[ Beginning;; Meditation Room ]
[ It's early morning, not that it's easy to tell with the endless expanse of starlight outside of every window. Winter finds himself wandering into the mediation room after his morning workout. There's been a general sense of unease that he's been carrying for the past few days, though nothing has appeared out of the ordinary.

It's different than the hyper vigilance he normally suffers from, like a whisper no one else seems to hear. Grabbing one of the cushions, he sits at the far end of the room with his back to the wall. His legs are crossed, hands settling on his legs. A deep, focused breath inwards, held for just a moment before it is exhaled through his nose. This is only the third time he's come to this room on his own, and he really is trying to make it a part of his day. It's still difficult.

Things are silent, save for the normal creaks and groans of the Iskaulit. His head isn't buzzing with activity, and he's almost calm.

Longing.

The word reverberates sharply in his mind, causing his eyes to snap open in search of the voice. There's no one else around, yet the sweet, crooning lilt sounded like it came from right next to him. His heart is pounding against his rib cage.

Rusted.

Winter jerks almost violently. No no no no. Not here. How? his hands slam up to his ears to block the voice out, and the noise in his head increases.

The voice is just as melodious and clear, somehow more prominent, now. A few more words are spoken so sweetly, even as he writhes on the floor with an angry howl. There's no way for it to stop.

Trying to concuss himself doesn't work. The voice sounds almost chiding for his poor attempt.

Then the words stop. Everything stops. And then,

Good morning, Soldier. ]

«Ready to comply.»

[ His limbs feel heavy, but he listens intently for the voice to give him his new mission. The Soldier is ready.

Let's get started, shall we?

Anyone who happens upon Winter in this state will be aware of a few things that are off. His stare is vacant and unsettling; those who met him his first week on the fleet will recognize it. It's certainly not the expression of someone who means you no ill-will. Winter's posture is aggressive and strained like a tightly drawn bow ready to snap. Any sort of verbal greeting is met with silence. ]

[ Middle;; Hallways ]
[ Whoever crosses paths with Winter in the halls is bound to have heard the commotion coming from the Meditation Room. Perhaps one of the unlucky ones made a fleetwide broadcast calling for backup?

Whatever you were doing, you're not going to be getting very far. He clenches his metal fist, the plates shifting to accommodate the movement. His eyes are locked, harmful intent in his expression.

You're next. Be prepared to fight for your life. ]

[ End;; Gym ]
[ While he's done a great deal of damage, he's not looking so hot, himself. At this point, Winter has collected a great deal of injury, though he doesn't seem to notice or even care. There is a mission. It must be completed at all costs..

Even if the metal of his left arm is warped, almost decayed and rusted in appearance. It hangs lifelessly at his side, fingers stuck in a half curled position. He's sporting a gunshot wound in his thigh and his abdomen, still oozing stubbornly. There are a few broken ribs, but that doesn't seem to slow down his rampage much.

At least this way, he'll be easier to subdue. Maybe all he needs is a little cognitive re-calibration. ]

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[ the news come, of course they do, he hears the echoes of it the moment he enters the Iskaulit, it only takes a short search to find the eye of the storm. Steve knows this scene all to well, he had lived through this at least twice before, had to reach and accept blows in order to call to the man beneath, the man he cares enough for that he will call him Winter when he knows him to be Bucky.

He knows the posture, the knows the look in his eyes, the emptiness that hides a volcano beneath. it's almost quiet here in the gym, in the place where there is steve and the man he has to call back from whatever place he seemed to have gone to. ]

Bucky.

[ steve's voice is leveled, a calm he doesn't feel, not when he knows what is going to happen, not that he sees him hurt and knows he may have to hurt him more before he remembers ]

That's enough.

[Wanda arrives only a few seconds after Steve, having followed him over to the Iskaulit when they both caught wind of what was happening. Steve had managed to get to the scene before her, naturally, but Wanda soon arrives with her powers already flaring up. The scarlet red luminescence glimmering in her eyes and enshrouding her hands. She takes a ready stance, standing two or three feet behind Steve and to his right.]

[She allows Steve to do the talking, watching Winter carefully. She is ready to intervene as soon as necessary.]

[ Whatever Steve is expecting to happen, he will be sorely disappointed. There is no recognition on the Soldier's face, no hint of friendliness. It's the helicarrier all over again. The Weapon remains useless at his side, shoulder sagging from its awkward weight and the metal oxidized. A great deal of it is warped beyond repair, some of the inner mechanics exposed.

His eyes flick warily between Steve and Wanda, a snarl on his face. He plants his feet, squaring his shoulders as much as he can through the pain. He favors his right leg, the pant leg soaked in his own blood from the multiple wounds courtesy of Wrath. Everything about him telegraphs harm, like a cornered animal.

The Soldier is more than willing to fight to the death. With a clench of his jaw, he puts his weight firmly on the bad leg, fighting through it as he strides purposefully at Steve and comes in swinging. ]

[ he doesn't ask what brought this on, knows that the man has no answers to give him. he draws a clear line between bucky and the winter soldier. one is the other but in many ways, the connection is forced and twisted and not one that steve had ever accepted nor shall he ever accept.

if he has to fight the winter soldier in order to dig out bucky again, he'll do it, whatever it'll take. the man is already injured but steve doesn't doubt his strength not the warped conviction hydra planted in him.

he charges and steve meets him, blocking the advances, trying to neutralize rather than to harm him farther. ]

Bucky - Winter - stop. This is not what you wanted.

[Wanda falters as Winter rushes in and Steve meets him. She doesn't want to recklessly use her powers, not if there's even a chance that Steve could possibly take a hit. Instead, she moves attempting to get an angle on Winter. She makes eye contact with Steve, the red luminescent energy building back up in her hands. She looks for him to signal that it's okay for her to intervene.]

[ The blocked attempts only serve to further anger the Soldier. He slams his good shoulder into Steve, even as the injuries are jarred. He doesn't have a weapon on him, but he only needs to find an opening. When that doesn't work, he switches to punching as hard as he can with an angry yell.

He's not forgotten about the woman, and casts a wary glance in her direction. She's got strange light swirling around her hands. She's not a threat unless she makes herself into one. ]

[ Steve lets him, blocking part of those punches but not all of them. he takes as much as he can, hoping Winter will wear himself out, injured as he is. he's losing energy as he goes and combined with the blood loss, they may be able to finish this without steve having to hurt him further. ]

Wanda- wait -

[ he calls to her. drawing it out, blocking and trying to hold him back ]

[At Steve's call out, Wanda freezes, her guard dropping momentarily as she looks unsure about what to do. If Steve wants her to wait, she will, but standing there doing nothing doesn't feel right either. She's conflicted. She doesn't want to hurt Winter anymore than he already is, but she also doesn't want to see this being drawn out any further. Steve can take a hit, that much was for sure, but just how many hits should he take before Wanda needs to do something.]

[ The Asset feels his strength waning. No. It's not an option. He's not finished. Has to complete the mission. Mission. Mission. Mustering his second wind, he kicks out at the first target with as much force as he can. His injured leg buckles under the weight, but he manages to stay on his feet with a stumbled half step.

His attention flicks back to the woman, and he changes targets, gunning for her, next. ]

I came in like a wreeeeecking ball!

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