possibly helpful?? hostage meme

[gingerfarts]

Some shit happens, one dumbfuck might need help getting outta dodge. Maybe another dumbfuck got special new led implants they want a refund for! Hopefully no one will crash their third plane in 50 years. Professionals might be rare let's be honest.

PROMPTS: (optional)
1 - MEDICAL ATTENTION.. You're bleeding, in pain and desperate, and you need medical attention. Right now. What will you do? Break into a private practice after hours? Find a darkened house or apartment with a convenient bathroom?
2 - SHELTER. The cops are after you. The temperature is dropping below -20. You're out in the middle of nowhere and you're starving. You don't have any options left - except for this.
3 - TRANSPORTATION. You need to get out of town. Fast. Can't buy a car, can't rent a car, can't take a bus - how do you leave?
4 - PROFESSIONAL SKILLS. You need a doctor. A lawyer. A pilot. A spy. And you know just the one. And you're going to get their help whether they want it or not.
5 - A HOSTAGE. You need a body to threaten. Maybe it's the President's daughter; maybe it's just someone off the street. Either way, it's leverage you're after. Maybe you'll turn them loose once you get to the border.
6 - FINISH THE CRIME. Get the manager who can open the bank vault. Or whatever else you need to commit your act of murder, sabotage and/or thievery.
7 - IT WAS AN ACCIDENT???? Fuck.
8 - CHOOSE YOUR OWN.

Comments

we'll see how I feel about this soon but..rn...so far so good

[sillaged]

[Bucky narrows his eyes. Protagonist his Brooklyn ass. First impressions aren’t everything but his first impression goes a little something like this--]

You don’t really seem like the protagonist type. [Then, a pause as the thought, neither do I surfaced in his brain.] Guess you could still surprise me, though. But I don’t need you to tell me about having someone’s back and bailing them out.

[Yeah, he likes to see it more as reminding him of these things. But of course that’s not something he’d ever reveal to this dangerous person. He still can’t pinpoint what exactly seems off about him. How he talks like he’s wise beyond his years but even if he’d been trained specially, his age still-- well, Bucky had doubts. But the doubts seemed more and more unfounded the longer he thought about it.]

Of course I know all that. It’s just not exactly safe for me to go running to people who can help--if they’d even want to. [His tone becomes bitter, almost heavy with guilt if one were really paying close attention.] I’m trying to take care of what I know I can first. I’m sure we’ll run into each other eventually. [Never mind it was beginning to seem like Bucky the longer he was around this weirdo who talked about destinies and shit that maybe he was onto something. The fact their paths had ended so...separately, yet still managed to converge again--

He shakes his head. Definitely been around this weirdo too long. But then Kira gets up and...wait, really? Bucky can’t believe the guy’s actually gonna--Bucky keeps his eyes on the other one the entire time. He might slip something to knock him out in it, and that would go entirely against Bucky’s personal mission of, you know, never getting captured again if he can help it.]

[commissureburn]

[Kira rustles around in the mini fridge as if there isn't a mysterious amnesiac of a deadly assassin or possible mob connection right there behind him, eyes boring into his back, attentive for a single wrong move. His goal is beer because they are sorely needing this beer after all the shit that's been put on the table here. Beer solves everything. It's a true scientific fact.

For those that can feel it's influence, anyway.]

Yeah like you're really one to talk. You're true protag material, right up your alley with the knives and the assault of a teenager and such. I can really feel those bright shiny morals in the room. You don't think you need me to tell you, no, but a reminder couldn't hurt. To clear up that fog up there, crackhead.

[He snags the beers after shoving some shit into the back, nothing too important or deadly, just incriminating, then pivots back around, his expression playful if not for the deadly serious fire in his eyes.]

Just as long as you don't get in over your head and die without solving anything. Dying with regrets is the worst. Especially for those you leave behind. Though...[The corners of his mouth lift, revealing a bemused curve there, mockingly thoughtful in his tone] if yours is anything like mine I think your underdog idiot will come running for you whether you make a big macho huff about being a lone wolf or not. How's that for running into each other eventually?

[The fact that Bucky might not have a choice in being rescued from his own stupidity leaves Kira with smugness. Probably stemming from his need to be right in most situations. It's something great grandpas feel in day to day life. Possibly.

He closes the space between them and holds one of the beers out for Bucky.] Now don't sell yourself short, I'm sure it's not just your cuddly persona that drags your idiot back to you when you're in trouble.

[sillaged]

Yeah, you keep playing the innocent angle but I’m bettin’ whatever heavy whatever-angel shit you’re into means you’re anything but.

[He bristles and tenses, spine straightening and shoulders rolling back to lock in place.]

Never claimed to be a protag anyway. I caused too much damage to be in that exclusive club. [He snorts, accepts the beer, pops it open with the convenience of his currently-behaving metal hand; he immediately regrets his first sip as it settles heavy in his stomach but he welcomes the warmth in his blood. First time in a damn long time. His tone is flat, purposely devoid of emotion when he speaks again.]

Don’t think “my idiot” will be in too much of a hurry to see me again. I kinda left some uh, bullet souvenirs last time we saw each other, so I’m not sure there’s gonna exactly be a welcoming party.

[But that doesn’t feel right; even as Bucky says it, it settles more heavily than the beer in his gut. How could he forgive Bucky, but somehow--something about Kira’s words ring true. It annoys him even more.

How dare this kid presume to know that about him--and about Him? He downs more beer, disappointed with how high his alcohol tolerance is even for as long as it's been. Probably another bullshit effect from the whole cybernetic thing.

He's getting antsy and this isn't taking the edge off. So, he switches tactics again. Poorly. Again.]

I just need to confirm. You...don't know anything about an organization called Hydra?

[commissureburn]

[Cue the arch of his brow. Just gonna hedge the subject away from the subject of his innocence which not only has little relevancy here but is not in question at all. It's a no brainer.]

You don't say. What, did you two have a spat? I guess this is what you call "taking a break".

[Kira doesn't even bother with a sigh. Just tips the can to his lips, lets the beer go down smooth. He fixes a steady gaze on Bucky, takes it all in before finally opening his mouth, a wry twist to the shape of his mouth.]

You certainly packed a lot of baggage for this vacation to Whinesville. That idiot let you get away, bullets aside. You idiots are made for each other. If that doesn't indicate something about you both then you're an even bigger idiot than you look.

[He waves his free hand, rolls a shoulder forward--] So go on and do the macho Rambo solo act. You'll see what I mean when he inevitably shows up, pleading with you. That's all there is to say.

[As far as Kira's concerned that is. When Bucky brings up this Hydra thing again he takes another, longer sip of his beer, expression unreadable. However behind that blank gaze his mind is turning over the subject. It doesn't take a genius to figure out this organization is dangerous to everyone that comes into contact with it. It's best not to get involved with that.]

No, I don't. I like the one about the Greek legend better.