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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 28, 2015 16:38:01 GMT -7
Teresa turned her head to the side when he said that she didn't have to worry about him and to be honest she's lost for words especially with what he said afterwards. There was always someone that he cared about who could be hurt. But she found that she couldn't actually say a word no matter what. But that didn't stop her heart from aching for him. She guessed that the last thing he wanted from her was sympathy.
She didn't know what he had been through but whatever it was it must be bad if he had said that. It made Teresa want to find out more about what had happened but could she really find out just what happened? Could she really dig up the past? Teresa never really did find out what had happened after she had left them. Well she knew about what happened with Steve but never had asked about Bucky.
Sometimes it was hard to look Bucky in the eye when she had met the Bucky from the past, that Bucky was always smiling, he would laugh and tease Steve but this Bucky well he always seemed sad and it was something that she couldn't look at for too long. When Bucky said about the fact that he would let Steve know that she had dropped by, she nodded once and then cleared her throat.
It felt like Teresa had been standing there forever before words actually came back to her. "If you ever need anyone to talk to then you know where I am" she said and then looked at him and smiled once more. Teresa might be part of the group but she was also an outsider, she saw things differently to the others. She never went straight to thinking someone was bad. She liked to at least give them a chance and maybe that's why she believed Bucky when he said that it wasn't what it seemed. Teresa was so relaxed around him that it was actually amazing, even to herself.
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Post by Ray on Nov 28, 2015 17:05:45 GMT -7
Bucky lifts his chin in a small nod, taking note of the offer. He already has a list of people who have offered the same, but he's said more to Teresa in a single hour than he's said to nearly anyone in the last year. Maybe he needed her walking in on him. Maybe he needed his best-kept secret laid plain and simple to someone. Maybe he needed the company. "I'll remember that." He replies, giving a soft thankful smile.
A metallic chirp interrupts from overhead. Bucky rolls his eyes subtly, smile disappearing just as quickly as it found its way to his lips. He shakes his head, ignoring it just like he usually does when Stark's robotic butler decides to include himself in the conversation.
"Anyway," Bucky continues, pushing out the creeping thoughts that she had tugged loose. "Thanks. For...all of this." He waves a hand indecisively, but another, louder chirp echoes through the apartment. Bucky clamps his mouth shut, turning his chin upwards to glare straight at the ceiling. "God I fucking hate that thing." He grumbles under his breath. Steve likes it, for some damn reason, and Stark can barely go a full minute without turning to JARVIS for a punchline, a statistic, or just someone to talk to who won't stare at her like she's lost her goddamn mind. But Stark is just damn lucky that all Bucky did was cut the damn voice response to this apartment, and hadn't ripped the entire fucking system out of the walls.
Right on cue, three incessant chirps in a row make him reconsider that decision.
"What." He barks out, his patience wearing thin.
There's a beat of silence.
"Kakashka," Bucky breathes out, pacing tersely towards the control box by the flat screen TV mounted on the wall. He yanks open the metal panel, maybe a little too roughly, and reconnects the cable he'd intentionally left undone.
"Much better." JARVIS suddenly says, voice popping in out of the vacuum of silence he'd been kept in for the last couple of days, his English lilt filling the apartment. "Sorry to interrupt, Mister Barnes, but it is necessary."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 28, 2015 18:07:45 GMT -7
Teresa couldn't deny that she had liked it when he smiled. Past Bucky had done it so many times that it was absolutely cute, but this Bucky it was hard to get anything out of so she would take anything she could get and she finally got a soft smile from him. "Do, sometimes talking helps." She knew that she wasn't like the others but maybe that was what he actually needed. Someone who wasn't really part of the inner circle. Someone who spent her time studying rather than gearing up for the next mission.
She pushed her eyebrows together when she heard a chirp and looked around and Bucky doesn't say anything so she thinks that she's actually hearing things. Even if it's actually not everyday that she hears something like that. She drops her eyes back to Bucky when he thanks her, again. "Really it's okay" she nodded. Then another louder chirp rings out and she sighs and looks around, only this time she is actually thankful that Bucky does respond because she was starting to think that she was actually going crazy. Hearing things was the last thing she wanted right now.
Teresa watches as he barks out to the chirp and she couldn't help but look down and let a smile pull at her lips. Clearing this thing, whatever it was, was starting to piss him off to the point that he moves over to the box and yanks open the panel. In honesty never has anyone looked so good at doing it. Teresa had to admit that Bucky had always been good looking but when he yanked open that metal panel, well that just made him look extra hot. She cleared her throat at that thought and then looked up when she heard an English speaking voice.
Now she remembered where she had heard the voice, it was from the Halloween party here at Stark Tower. "Well it's your lucky day, you're needed" she said to Bucky and then nudged her thumb towards the elevator. Maybe it was best to leave him to his own devices, even if it looked like the computer voice would drive him insane before being shut up does.
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Post by Ray on Nov 28, 2015 18:43:16 GMT -7
Bucky huffs out a slight laugh, flicking his blue eyes towards Teresa. He remains by the control box, ready to yank the voice relay system back out should this be nothing more than a nagging call from Stark. Even hundreds of miles away, Tony always found a way to interrupt. She's good at that. "Not the kind of needed I'd imagined." He replies to Teresa, and lifts his metal hand upwards in a slight wave goodbye.
"But needed all the same, Mister Barnes." JARVIS interjects, sounding oddly rushed for a bodiless computer system.
Bucky furrows his brows dark brows. "Why."
"Someone is attempting to gain entry into the tower.." As soon as the words echo throughout the apartment, the flat screen television comes to life all on its own. Bucky steps back from the control box, brows knitting even closer as his blue eyes scan the screen. A live feed of the roof flashes in solid color, giving a clear view of the Stark Landing Pad and the helicopter hovering above it. It's unmarked, missing the usual Stark Logo that's stamped across every single bit of Tony's machinery. The woman is meticulous and possessive about these kind of things, one of her better traits. But he notices the men first, dressed from head to toe in black gear, automatic rifles in hand. It's not SHIELD, the uniforms too mismatched and wrong, and it's definitely not the Russians.
Even they're not this stupid.
They disappear off screen, and the feed automatically shifts to another motion-sensor camera, following the men as they make for the steel doors sealing the roof off from the rest of the tower. One man drops to a knee, a small unidentifiable black object held in his hands, ready to be placed beneath the door's keypad.
"Shut the tower down." Bucky yells out, but he's a second late.
Like a flame being snuffed, the entire building falls into darkness.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 28, 2015 19:03:31 GMT -7
Teresa couldn't help but laugh softly. "Well it's enough to be kept on your toes," she was about to press the button for the elevator when JARVIS said that someone was attempting to gain entry into the tower. Teresa really should get the hell out of here but she found that she was intrigued by it all and tossed her jacket onto the couch before she came to stand next to Bucky and crossed her arms over her chest.
She watched the men and then raised her eyebrow at the fact that they were dressed head to toe in black. Teresa had to scoff at the fact that anyone was stupid enough to actually try this and she was guessing that it wasn't SHIELD because she was sure that Bucky would've said something by now. No, these people were completely insane to hit the company owned by Tony Stark, even Teresa wasn't brave enough to actually say anything about how the building was even ugly from fear that she would be locked out of.
The screen changed and she watched as a man drops to his knee and then jumped when Bucky yelled out before the room went into darkness. At that moment in time she was so happy to not be travelling in the elevator. Being in a room in the dark was one thing but being stuck in an elevator in the dark really would shit Teresa up so bad. In fact that would probably be the thing that caused her to stay away.
Then Teresa turned in the direction of Bucky, or at least where she thought he was standing and said "We're going to need some weapons." If they were had people with guns coming into the building then they were going to have to defend it. Plus it would make Teresa feel so badass. She had never been in a situation like this before and maybe she shouldn't be thinking of it in this way but she really couldn't help it.
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Post by Ray on Nov 28, 2015 19:38:56 GMT -7
The entire tower powers off in a deafening crash of silence. The usual, faint hum of the arc reactor disappears, replaced with the ticking time bomb of something bad about to happen. Bucky stands there for a long second, listening to nothing but the steady thrum of his own heart and Teresa's quiet breathing. Gradually, his eyes adjust to the engulfing darkness; the lights from a city that never sleeps filtering in through the tinted glass window. He can just make out Teresa's silhouette, a solid pillar in the haze of murky grey. It's okay, he thinks, but fails to say the words out loud. He works better in the dark, anyway.
His metal hand tightens into a fist.
He palms his free hand into the pocket of his black pants, tugging free his cellphone. With a swipe of his right thumb, the screen comes to life in a flood of light. He hands the phone to Teresa. She needs it to see more than he does.
"I am a weapon." He murmurs in reply, focusing his blue eyes on her face illuminated in light.
Bucky grabs his holsters from the couch cushions, effortlessly strapping them back onto his thighs, feeling the familiar weight of the pistols within hand's reach. "We have to get the power back on." He talks as he walks out of the living room and down the hall to the left, navigating the length to Steve's bedroom from memory. They must have used an electromagnet sweep, leaving the building weak and undefended. JARVIS didn't have enough time to implement any of Stark's security measures, all two hundred of them, and without the arc reactor's power supply, there's nothing separating them, from them. A single detonation of a well placed explosive and any door could be ripped open. The only thing stopping these intruders, whoever they are, from getting enough technology to level a small nation is a civilian archer, and him. "I better get my own goddamn jet for this." Bucky grumbles under his breath.
He feels around, picking up his previously discarded leather jacket and pulling it on quickly. Out of habit, his metal hand reaches for the mask lying still on the pillows, but he pauses. He hesitates. But he doesn't really know why.
Clamping his mouth tightly shut, muscle jumping in his jaw, he picks it up regardless, and straps it across the lower half of his face.
He leaves the bedroom, M16 in hand as he stalks back down the hallway to the living room. There's a sudden crash somewhere above him, and his blue eyes snap to the ceiling overhead. It's distant, muffled by several floors and several layers of adamantium steel, but he hears it clearly enough. "They're already in. Take this." He pulls a .9mm from the holster at his thigh, holding it out towards her. "Stark's lab is two floors up. We have to get there first."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 28, 2015 20:13:12 GMT -7
The silence around them was deafening and she could feel her heart pounding hard in her chest but it wasn't out of fear. It's more out of adrenaline, even if she was sure that it sounded stupid but it was starting to run through her like there was no tomorrow. But she could draw on that to help get this building back on track. To help get rid of the guys in black.
Her eyes was just starting to adjust to the darkness when a light came on and she saw that it was Bucky's phone. Why the hell hadn't she thought of that? It might be to do with the fact that she had left hers in the hotel room back at the Plaza, she remembered cursing herself when she had got half way to Stark Tower but was so determined that she wasn't going to turn around and go back and get it. Teresa took the cellphone from Bucky and her fingers tightened around it slightly to make sure that she had hold of it better.
Then came what he had said and she felt his eyes on her before she looked up at him, brown on blue and she bit down on her lip. It was the only reaction he was getting from her right now. She then watched as he moved out of the room and she looked around, well there was definitely worst places she could be stuck. Like in the elevator having a panic attack. Getting the power back on was definitely a good idea, then she would be able to see and not keep using a cell phone, god she hoped the battery lasted a long time.
Bucky comes back out and she watches as he looks up at the ceiling before she too looks up there. They were already in the building and suddenly that adrenaline feeling was back, ready for her to get through this. She dropped her eyes when he spoke to her and this time she came to realise what he was wearing. A mask that goes across the lower half of his face, it's kind of funny because with Steve it's the top half where as for Bucky it's the lower part of his face. She swallowed hard and then looked down at what he was holding. Her father would be so proud. Teresa pushed that thought away before she took the gun from him.
It felt weird holding a gun because she had never actually used one, no matter what her father had wanted she had never held a gun in her hand before. It felt... Foreign. Teresa moved her eyes away from what she was holding and up to Bucky once more before nodding once. "Two floors up, got it" she said and then bit on her lip. Was she the only one to actually feel like this?
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Post by Ray on Nov 28, 2015 20:44:58 GMT -7
Bucky tightens his grip on the barrel of the handgun as she reaches out for the handle, keeping her and her attention locked on him. "You don't have to fight if you don't want to." He tells her, allowing her the chance to back out if she should take it, eyes focused directly onto hers in the darkness of the apartment. His blue irises glow faintly, icy and bright. "But you're safer with me. And I trust you to watch my back." He holds her gaze, and the gun, for a moment longer, before finally releasing both. "Just..." He says, swinging the M16 upwards to rest against his shoulder, a ready finger waiting patiently on the trigger and the barrel pointing straight towards the ceiling. "Don't panic."
Bucky moves forward without another word, heading straight for the a steel door standing to the side of the sealed elevator. He tries the handle, but the power outage has locked down every entry and exit in the place. At least he knows their intruders are getting slowed down. He turns, placing his left foot back to steady his stance. Balling his metal hand into a fist, the plates readjusting for tension all on their own, he draws back his elbow with calculated measure. It only takes a single punch, metal hitting metal with a resounding slam, for the door to break open. It swings back sharply, ripping free from it's top hinge, and bangs into the far wall. A dark stairwell greets them on the other side, and Bucky wastes no time in climbing them, two steps at a time.
He drops his rifle from his shoulder, letting the barrel fall directly into the palm of his metal hand, finger still trained on the trigger. He glances back, checking to make sure Teresa is still with him, his blue eyes seemingly glowing brighter in the pitch black space. Tendrils of iridescent light wisp away from his face like smoke. He looks ahead once more, stepping onto the landing of the 109th floor.
Voices from high up above cause him to still, and he listens for a long moment, attempting to calculate their location. He flattens his lips together beneath his mask, but motions for Teresa to keep following him up.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 28, 2015 21:13:29 GMT -7
Teresa felt his grip tighten on the barrel and she locked her eyes onto his. Brown on blue, blue on brown and for a moment it felt like he was inside of her soul. It wasn't a feeling that she was familiar with but there was nothing she could do. Then he said that she didn't have to fight if she didn't want too. She scoffed softly under her breath and gave him a slight smile. "I'm not backing out of this one" she admitted and nodded.
She knew that she was safer with him, there was no doubt about that. If she was honest there wasn't any way in hell she would stay right there while Bucky had been in the rest of the building fighting those guys. Teresa was actually glad to hear him say that he trusted her to watch his back. There wasn't anything she would rather be doing right now. But still their eyes were locked and his grip was still on the gun for a moment longer and then he realised her and told her not to panic.
It definitely wasn't panic that was running through her veins, it felt like something more than that had kicked in. Maybe something like instinct? Which was weird because she had never done anything like this before.. Well actually there was that time when Darion's pack had caused so much trouble in Mystic and she had banded with her father. That was then, this was now. But still it definitely wasn't fear.
Teresa followed after him and over to the wall, watching as he tried the doors but nothing would give until he actually hit the door with his metal hand and she wanted so badly to laugh but maybe that was the wrong thing to do so she smiled instead, she was definitely impressed. It didn't take a lot of things to impress her lately.
She followed him up the stairs, making sure that they weren't being followed, even if the guys in black were actually on the upper levels. Teresa made sure that she had both hands on the barrel of the gun so that it was more secure. Bucky stopped and she did too before looking around then putting her eyes back on him and nodded before following him when he motions for her to keep following him. She was so glad that she had her own boots on and nothing stupid like heels.
Teresa was pretty sure that they would hear her heart pounding in her chest, because that's how loud it sounded in her ears right now.
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Post by Ray on Nov 28, 2015 21:56:24 GMT -7
Bucky climbs another flight of stairs, listening to their echoing voices as the distance gradually closes between them. Five...four... His steps are calculated. His breathing steady. three...two... He places his right foot onto the next step, toe hitting the steel railing. Twisting sharply, he angles his body at a precise 45 degree angle, rifle flying upwards. He fires off four rounds without so much as blinking. Through the open darkness of the spiraling staircase, all four bullets hit something soft and pliable with audible thumps. There's shouts of surprise from above, the dull thump of something hitting the ground, and a spray of bullets ping across the wall behind him and the steel banister. Bucky swings the M16 around his shoulder by the strap, using his now free hand to push Teresa down out of sight, crouching down to a knee with her.
"We have contact, I repeat, we have contact!" Someone yells only a few flights up into a radio before returning to their imprecise and wild gunfire.
"Make a run for the 110th floor." He tells her, voice even despite the splatter of concrete that a bullet chews out of the wall right above their heads. He rises swiftly back to his feet, using his metal arm to pull him onto the thin railing of the banister.
"With who?" Bucky hears someone yell back, voice muffled and tinny by a shitty receiver. "Stark?"
"No, I don't know," The hired mercenary replies, but Bucky is already leaping across the one-hundred foot drop between the sets of stairs, throwing himself upwards. His metal hand grabs easily onto the concrete ledge of the opposite stairwell, and he pulls himself up and over smoothly until his feet slam into the concrete. Two dead mercenaries litter the steps. "He's a super, he's a-" The man babbles out in a panic, pressing his back against the far wall and throwing his gun upwards to fire off a round. Bucky grabs the rifle by the barrel, bending it out of his face, and grabs the mercenary by the throat. With one sharp pull, he drags the man towards him till their nose to nose. And then, just as quickly, he slams him backwards. The mercenary's head cracks against the wall, and his entire body falls limply to the floor.
"Colridge!" A phantom voice yells out of the unconscious man's earpiece, and Bucky bends down at the knees to pull free the radio. "Colridge do you copy, dammit!" Carefully, taking his time, Bucky places the radio into his own ear, screwing it in tight. "WHAT'S FUCKING HAPPENING?"
"Two dead. One out for the count." Bucky replies, shrugging the rifle off of his shoulder and letting it fall casually back into his hands. "Pull your men out now, and that's all that will happen." He threatens as if he were offering to give him a ride to the grocery store. His footsteps echo as he descends the stairs back to the 110th landing.
"Who the fuck is this?"
"Show me yours, I'll show you mine." Bucky retorts, blue eyes scanning the darkness as he approaches the door. The lock has already been shot through, but the holes are too small to be that of an assault rifle. Good.
The man on the other end of the radio gives a raspy laugh. "Another one of Stark's super friends, huh? Well we'll just have to bag you too." The radio goes dead, and Bucky tears the earpiece out, leaving it behind in the stairwell as he pushes the door open with a heavy shove of his shoulder.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 28, 2015 22:24:05 GMT -7
Teresa makes sure that she was actually behind Bucky the whole time. Keeping instep with him and that making sure there wasn't that much, if any, distance between them. Then he angled his body and started shooting before he pushed her down and out of sight, he bending down with her into a crouch.
This was completely insane, did they actually know that she wasn't in town? Or did they just take a gamble and hope that she had infact left town for a couple of days? Either way she had to admit that these were determined people, whatever it was they wanted. She looked over at him when he told her to head for the 110th floor. Then he rose to her feet and she couldn't help but watch him and she shook her head before she took a deep breath and headed up the stairs herself.
Teresa made a run for the floor that Bucky told her to get too and found that the door was locked, of course it was the whole damn building was pretty much locked. Strands of her dark hair was starting to fall from her ponytail once more. She reached up and pushed them away with the top of her arm before she realised then that she was actually holding a gun.
She rolled her eyes before shaking her head and started shooting at the lock until it gave way and she pushed the door open with her shoulder before disappearing, of course after making sure that no one was actually there with her. Even if the others were actually coming down from the roof. Teresa shut the door behind her, well as best as she could and then came to realise that she was in fact in a circular hallway. She couldn't help but try most of the doors but found they were locked. Tony definitely was paranoid.
Teresa's heart wasn't going to slow down at all and she bit down on her lip and glanced in the direction of the door when it was pushed open and held the gun up once more only to see that it was a familiar face. She took a deep breath.
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Post by Ray on Nov 28, 2015 22:54:44 GMT -7
Bucky navigates down the hall, following the wide curve. He's only been up here once under Tony's supervision; a guided tour that felt more like flirting than the unabashed gloating he had expected. Ever since Tony was made aware of Bucky's presence in the tower, thanks to JARVIS and he doesn't know how many surveillance tapes, all she's wanted to do is figure out how his arm ticks. It's like a science project for her. Hell, it's like Christmas, bow and all.
But from that single tour, Bucky has the entire layout spread across his mind like an interactive map. The doors are all unmarked and sealed by the power outage, but he counts down the line as he walks, filling in the blanks Tony refused to label. For Security Reasons. Now he thinks he understands why. He catches up to Teresa in the process, appearing behind her silently.
"It's down here." He speaks out of the blue, stepping close passed her and continuing on down the hall. Bucky already knows that the next group of mercenaries isn't far behind, and he's not going to stand around waiting for them.
He reaches the metal door sitting precisely in the middle of the inside curve, and slows to a halt. This door isn't like the other ones. It isn't a simple lock and latch, it isn't something he can punch his way through. The door is thicker than him, and four times as wide. They'd be here for half an hour if he even tried. The keypad sits dead and dark in the very center, useless. Bucky rolls his metal shoulder, a bad habit in the face of stress.
"Take my hand." Bucky says, holding out his flesh-and-bone hand towards Teresa, eyes dropping towards her.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 28, 2015 23:12:18 GMT -7
Teresa had stop to take a breath and waited for him to actually turn up. A video game had nothing on this. It was real life and, she had to admit, much more scarier. Whatever they were after, she damned well hoped it was worth saving because she would be very pissed if she got hurt over something so fucking small.
She was actually used to the silence, that was until a voice spoke to her and she jumped slightly. Teresa swore he was trying to kill her on the spot, first it was the speaking and then it was the close stepping passed her. She looked back in the direction they both had come and carried on down behind him.
Teresa came up behind him when he reached a metal door and even she had to admit that it was different from the other ones that she had passed. Her eyes fell on the dead keypad and pushed her eyebrows together, if that was dead then how the hell were they going to get into the room?
She was about to ask a question when Bucky told her to take his hand and she looked down to see that it was his normal hand. Teresa hesitated for a moment and looked back behind them before she stepped forward and slid her hand into his, her fingers moving in between his. Her eyes glancing up into his blue ones before she moved them away and looked at the door they were standing in front of. She couldn't help but feel her hand slightly start to tighten around his. As if right now she was holding on for dear life and he was her only salvation.
Teresa supposed in a way she pretty much was holding on for dear life because she had no idea what the hell was going to happen, whether or not they were going to stand there and just look pretty.
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Post by Ray on Nov 28, 2015 23:35:51 GMT -7
She hesitates for half a second, regarding his hand with more caution than she'd given to the handgun. Bucky thinks he should have expected as much. So far, he's killed two people in front of her without even batting an eye, something that not even Stark could do without at least a little inner turmoil. But when he's about to just grab her and apologize later, she steps forward willingly, and slips her hand carefully into his. Her fingers lace between his, soft and warm, and this time it's him who hesitates. His blue eyes flick upwards to meet hers, and their eerie blue glow dims back to something vaguely human.
There's a clatter, the crash of a door swinging open far down the hall, and he snaps out of his reverie. His eyes begin to glow once more with far more intensity as he glances back over her shoulder. But then, hand tightening around hers, he takes a wide stride forward through the darkness. His body glides through the door in a mass of black smoke, unimpeded by the four-foot thick mass of adamantium. He pulls her with him, and together they step into the room. As soon as they're through, his body turns whole and corporeal again. He releases her hand and strides forward as if nothing had happened, reaching back quickly to unstrap the mask from around his face.
The room is twice the size of the open area in Steve's apartment, lit brightly by the blinding, cylindrical tank sitting square in the center; it's contents swirling like steam. A ring of lab tables surround the tank, littered with old coffee mugs, broken apart machinery, and tools. Bucky tosses his mask onto the metal surface and quickly steps towards the layout of computer screens. He pays no attention to the entire wall of Iron Man suits sitting behind a thick sheet of glass, each built for a different purpose, a different kind of mission. Their blank stares are eerie in the strange light, shrouded deep in shadows.
He focuses his attention inside on trying to figure out the inside of Tony's mind. There has to be, has to be, a way to reboot the entire system. The arc reactor sits directly in front of him, blazing in brilliant glory. He taps away at the keys of the blank computer, hoping it's only a key sequence. A code. When nothing happens, he scans the piles of papers strewn in a mess across the table-top, scanning equations and formulas and ideas.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 29, 2015 13:24:09 GMT -7
Teresa kept her eyes on his and even she has to admit that their eerie glow dims and she pushes her eyebrows together but she doesn't have long to think it over because his eyes start to glow again and this time with far more intensity and she watches as he glances back over her shoulder and felt his hand tightening around hers.
She was pretty sure that if there was ever any doubt about whether or not she trusted him then it had to be wiped out right now because she had stepped forward on her own accord and not have him pull her to him. There was only a few people that she had really trusted with something like this but right now she was trusting him and knew that without a shadow of a doubt that he would do everything in his power to see her still alive at the end of this.
They then stepped forward and he pulled her with him and they just seemed to go right through the door as if it was nothing. Bucky let go of her hand and was stepping forward but now wasn't the time for questions and answers, now was trying to work out how the hell they were going to get rid of the damn mercenaries that was here for whatever reason. She put the safety on the gun and put it into the waistline of her jeans as she looked around. This room was definitely big and full of stuff.
Teresa saw Tony's suits and she turned her head slightly before shaking her head. She never really understood anything that Tony Stark actually done. But then again it was something that she never would have to worry about because she wasn't ever going to be close to the woman.
She glances over her shoulder at Bucky but even he seems a bit lost as to what to do about the whole rebooting of the entire system. Even Teresa knew that nothing was ever simple when it came to Tony Stark. But that didn't stop her from going over and looking at the papers before raising her eyebrow.
Yeah, Teresa had no idea what the hell she was looking for.
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