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 How To Mend A Broken Soul-Avengers RP

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PostSubject: How To Mend A Broken Soul-Avengers RP   Sun Aug 07, 2016 11:58 am

Steve stared at his apartment wall, looking at the large map that adorned it. On the map was multiple colored strings and photos that were taken. Some of Bucky from security feeds, and some of Hydra operatives that were stationed at the area, or the people who were in Hydra. A lot of them had been killed or marked. Many times, rumor would tell him that Bucky was in one place, and when he’d get there he would come face to face with a burning building, a sinking feeling in his gut. He would be too late.

Natasha was a godsend, always sending him what leads she could, but even she couldn’t follow a trail a ghost story would leave behind too well. Sam was a good support system and Tony, as much as he hated Bucky with a passion, told Steve that it was best if he helped too. Because if Steve saw something worth saving in him, then…there’s something there. Though Tony wasn’t all about sympathy tendencies. Steve was pretty certain there was an angle he was playing for.

His phone rang, breaking him out of his thoughts and he quickly took it off his belt. Tony’s face, complete with sunglasses, a duck face, and a peace sign showed up on his screen. He slid to accept the call. “Tony.”

“You would never guess what the cat dragged in.” Tony answered gleefully.

“I dunno Tony, a dead robotic mouse?” Steve asked dryly.
“God you’re no fun. You should be thanking me and my superior knowledge right about now, because /I / found your friend.”

Steve took a deep breath in. “Oh yeah?”

“Are you going to make me give you all the answers or are you going to guess for once? You know that’s part of the guessing game right? You guess an answer?” Tony rolled his eyes. “I don’t know why I bother with you. Why am I even calling you? I should be FaceTiming you. Do you know how to FaceTime?”

“I’m not dead.” Steve deadpanned. “I don’t know Tony…Brooklyn?”

“Oooh your so close you could burn yourself. No, though. He’s with S.H.I.E.L.D at their base. Along with a young girl. I can’t tell from the security feeds, but according to my lovely assistant F.R.I.D.A.Y, they’re questioning her and Bucky about some things about Hydra. Your Soviet Friend from the Iron Curtain isn’t exactly cooperating. Or he’s not doing it well enough. My bet is that Fury’s gonna give up talking to him and give you the opportunity you need to break out and ride off into the sunset.”

“Riding into the sunset is not my thing.”

“Not a white horse it’s not, but on a motorcycle? Totally your thing. So. Whatcha going to do now, solider boy?”

Steve looked at the map again. Would Bucky still be with S.H.I.E.L.D by the time Fury called him? “Whose the girl? Was she brought in with him?”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y says yes.” Tony hummed. “Apparently, they’re not happy with Bucky so they separated them. Scared the agents something awful. She ran into the door about ten times before knocking herself unconscious, screaming.”

“Jesus.” Steve swore.

“I don’t think the agents are going to let you anywhere near her anytime soon.” Tony mused. “But I can tell you this much, it made Bucky answer a few questions.”

“What kind of questions?”

“I don’t know. The basics I suppose. Who are you? Do you know what year it is? Who are you working for? What Bucky are we speaking to. You know, the dumb questions. You ask better questions, though probably still the dumb ones.”

“Thanks Tony, I appreciate it.” Steve replied dryly.

“Tell me I’m the best.”

“You’re okay.”

“What? No! Steve-“

Steve hung up and he looked at the last picture that was taken of Bucky. Alone, with no companion with him, taken in Romania.

“You’re gonna be okay Buck. I promise.” Steve walked out of the room and through his apartment. He grabbed his keys from the light blue bowl that was next to the door and headed out.
~+~
“You know I was just about to call you.” Fury stated when Steve walked into his office, his shoulders tight and ready for a fight. “I suppose you heard from Stark then?”

“Could’ve been anyone with the way you try to keep secrets.” Steve retorted. “Where’s Bucky?”

“In containment.” Fury replied. “Where he belongs as well as his little friend that we found hanging upside down in the cage.”

“Cage?” Steve furrowed his eyebrows before shaking his head from side to side. “You really think that containment is the way to go? That they’re just gonna spill whatever you want when they feel like they have nothing to lose or gain?”

“That girl ran herself into a door until she was knocked out. According to the physician that managed to get /in/ the area, she should be awake by now.” Fury pointed out. “As for your friend, he was back in Cyro. We couldn’t be certain that you and I were talking to the same person.”

“So let’s test the theory out.” Steve rolled his shoulders back. “I want access.”

“To Bucky or to the Girl?”

“To Bucky.” And then the girl, though Steve wasn’t at all going to say that to Fury’s face. Though it looked like Fury already had an idea of where Steve was going to go. “You don’t know Bucky like I do.”

“You’re right. I don’t.” Fury agreed, a little too easily for Steve’s liking. “So like you said Captain. Let’s test a theory out. He is in cell 107. I thought it’d be a bit symbolic.” He handed Steve an access card and gestured for him to get out of his office.
Steve paused but decided against fighting for now. Whatever game Fury was coming up with, he would just have to make sure that Bucky wasn’t in the middle of it. He strode his way across the base into the basement prison cells. None of them were filled, besides two. But he knew that these were only supposed to be temporary. At least until they were shipped to either the Playground, whatever it was, or the Raft.

He slid the card through the keypad and carefully walked into the cell, the door sliding shut behind him with a heavy echo. No one was in there, but Bucky looked….

So damn tired.

Buck swung his head up from where he was seated in the only desk there was, besides the bed and there was a more private door where the toilet was. He stared at Steve a moment, registering who it was, and then his stormy ocean eyes glanced up at his golden hair. Brown eyebrows furrowed and he watched Steve for a moment. The light played in the artificial light in a weird way. It was just way too bright in here, he figured, but he swore... "Sarah...had a sun catcher, didn't she? In the kitchen window where the sun rose from? A morning treat before you went to school. What in the bloody hell was it though?" he scowled, frustrated, "It was small...and not one of those stain glass ones."

"It was an angel." Steve said softly as he walked over the corner of the wall and leaned against it. It might've been a bad move, but it was actually a good spot if he needed to defend himself. "I'm surprised you remember that."

"It was really random. I guess...you're the most colorful thing I've seen in...fuck if I know how long I've really been /in here/. They gave me such drab scrubs to wear, and Fury's all black in an all white room," Buck grumbled darkly, "Do they /want/ insane people to go more insane? Why don't they make the walls green or something? Blue might be better. At least you get to pretend you're downing instead of floating in empty air."

Just as he said that, there was a loud BANG that crossed the hallway and a sharp yell. Like someone was trying to call for someone. The name was muffled, since the doors were heavy enough to soundproof some of the noise. Steve flinched, but looking at Bucky, he noticed that his friend looked like he was slapped across the face. "I'd go completely insane in any kind of room if there's not a window. Even then." Steve said quietly. "It'd bring back too many memories of me being sick. Is she...someone important to you Buck?"

Buck closed his eyes and placed his right hand over them, taking deep breaths and letting them out slowly, muttering, "Comply, comply...confirm...mission asset...confirm...comply..." under his breath in the barest whisper that seemed too loud for his own ears. He shuddered his last breath before letting his hand drop and fiddle with the sling his left arm was in. His eyes as he looked at Steve were mostly blank, just a hint of inner turmoil, "Affirm."

Steve’s heart broke when he saw the light disappear from Bucky’s eyes. There hadn’t been much, but it had been faint. He wanted to kick himself, he shouldn’t have asked. He wondered if this was how Hydra managed to keep Bucky in line. It made him sick to think that was the case. He knew that asking anything further would just make Bucky shut down completely, or he’d just answer…and lose all hope.

It made Steve want to visit her. To see what Bucky was trying to protect. It sounded like to him that the girl, whoever she was, or is, had the same idea. To get out, to free, and to leave. “I swear to you, I’m not gonna hurt her and I’m not gonna let anyone touch her.” Steve promised after a moment, looking at Bucky squarely. “Okay Buck? I have your back.”

"Assess...affirmative?" he posed it like a question and he made minute rubbing motions with his lips like he wanted to bit them, "Won't...believe you until her screaming stops. Mission....survive. This is...not acceptable parameters. Failure uncertain..." he looked to be fighting with himself and starting and stopping between speaking like a machine and like the Bucky Steve had greeted. "We are...alive, yes? These walls...are confining. We weren't hurting anyone. Living alone, always moving..."

Steve slowly pushed himself off the wall. He had a feeling Bucky wouldn't appreciate it if he tried to hug him, or worse tried to corner him. "I know. I tried to track you down...to give you a safe spot before this." Steve said after a moment. It was hard, looking at his best friend in the eye, but he would do it. "I can't promise you I can get her to stop screaming, but...maybe I can settle her down just a bit. I don't know if she'll like me or not. I don't know if she has an idea of who I am...and if I'm someone she looks up to or not."

Bucky took it upon himself to stand instead, and come to Steve. He shook his head and covered his facial features with his hair. He was maybe three feet away from him. and he brought his right hand up, trying to convey hand signals. Anything he could do could be interpreted within five minutes since they were being watched. He just wanted to share this one secret, goddamn it. Bringing his hand as close as he could to his face, he did the 'I'm watching you' and then pointed up, wondering if Steve knew where the camera would be.

Steve glanced upwards and at an angle, showing subtly where the camera was with his eyes, making sure it wasn't obvious. He watched his friend being to pace, obviously trying to make it look like it would be coincidence that he would stand in front of the camera. While Bucky paced, Steve also took up the role of trying to "calm' him down. "I debated about getting an apartment or an actual house for you so you could hide. I'm...kind of glad and a little disappointed that I didn't get the apartment. A house would've been better. You would be a lot more comfortable."

"Pros and cons to both..." Buck mumbled softly, running his hand through his hair. One pass. 'I' was written on Steve's arm, "Multi-bedroom apartment big enough, maybe. Still cramped. Not as many bills to pay. Live minimally..." Pass two, letter 'N'... House could be too big? Insecure yet more places to hide...lived in shacks from time to time. not too bad." Last pass, 'A' and he huffed, before sitting down on the bed, farthest away from Steve, looking deflated, "Either one would be better than here..." he looked up at the ceiling at the bulb, "I think an angel suncatcher would be nice...break up the white with the glow, even if it's still too bright."

Angelina. That was a pretty name. A sad name too. "I'll try to get you one." He promised softly. "We could make this look at least a little better than a cell." But hopefully, they wouldn't be there that long. The peacefulness shattered however, just as Steve had hoped that it was going well. He didn't hear a bang on the door, but a loud, heartbreaking wail. He turned over his shoulder and listened. She did this twice, three times before it went silent. It echoed, deafeningly in the halls and when he looked over at Bucky, he could see his friend was on edge. "Buck?"

It was like a reset. Just as he was coming back to acting like himself again, he was steamrolled right back to the machine side and he looked at Steve in a sort of panic and a flinch, as if he was going to be punished, "Q-Query? Affirm comply? Companion...confirm protect, mission asset?" he looked pleading, instead of blank eyes like the banging brought on, the wail set off a different kind of submissive side.

"I'm not...exactly certain what you're trying to say...but if you're asking me to promise you, to swear to you, that I'll protect your friend...." Steve nodded his head firmly. "You have my word. Do you need me to swear on my ma's grave? I can do that. Do you want me to go and see if I can calm her down?"

Buck closed his eyes and put his hand over them again, breathing heavy, "Override...override....goddamn it...confirm override...just fucking let me talk!" he cursed heavily, "Negative...No! Shit...I'm /asking/ if I answered your questions, /Steve/. Please...affirm...yes." He flexed his hand a few times, and hissed as crackles covered his metal arm. His jaw ticked as he clenched it, taking calming breaths and the crackling stopped. He was good with pain. He could deal with pain. Anger was familiar, too. This was a giant /mess/. "Thank you." He muttered quietly, "Please go." Go help her.

Steve really, really wished that he could hug his friend, but instead he unfolded his arms and gave him a smile. "I'll go talk to her." He murmured. "I'll be back. Not today...but...I'll try to swing by tomorrow or so okay?" He knew Bucky probably wouldn't answer, he pressed enough and he knew it. He quietly walked out of the room and listened to the door shut behind him. He looked at the prison across from him and he just /knew/ Fury was going to kick his ass for this. On the other hand, Steve couldn't be bothered to care.

He walked across the hallway and slid the access hard through the keypad. He took a breath in and out and carefully opened the door. He noticed a mass of white hugging the wall, nails scratching and her lips bleeding red. She looked over at him, beautiful green eyes boring into him like a feral animal waiting to see who came across her territory.

If Bucky looked tired, she looked like a mess. Blood was all over her. Her nose had clearly been bleeding, and her nails were chipping from the way she was clawing at the wall. She kept herself close to it, ready for anything. She had a few bruises forming too, if Steve had a closer look.

“Hey.” Steve said softly, and was answered with a low, warning growl. “I’ll stay right here.” He promised, keeping close to the door and not daring to enter another step. “Bucky’s just across the hall. He’s…worried about you. You’re screaming and it makes him wonder if you’re alright or not.”

She didn’t growl at him, but she wasn’t letting up on the glare either. Steve looked around at the cell. At how…dark it was. “Why did they decide that you deserve to be in here?” He asked, knowing too well that she wasn’t going to answer. “You didn’t do anything.”

Of course she did something and that’s why she was in here. A pet of Hydra’s was probably just as valuable as the Solider himself. He looked at Angelina, who didn’t dare look away from him. “Bucky told me your name.”

The glare softened into something that looked akin to surprise. “He told me to look out for you. That’s why I’m asking you not to scream.”

She didn’t look away, but Steve could see that he was getting through to her somehow, someway. “He needs you to be brave. I know you’re terrified. I know that you’re uncertain. Bucky’s feeling the same way. But you need to be brave and you can’t scream anymore.”

Angelina touched her throat. Surprise and hurt flashed across her face and she turned away, leaning her head against the wall. For one, frightful moment, Steve thought that she was going to try to bash her head in like Dobby the House-Elf would if he disobeyed. Instead, she just…leaned against it and stared blankly ahead.

Steve had a feeling that this was a dismissal. “I’m going to try to see you again.” He promised. “So don’t hurt yourself anymore.” He stepped back and out of the cell.

It took everything he had not to punch something as he walked out of the basement.

~*~

"I heard through the grapevine you found Bucky? I swear to god, does anyone ever fucking learn? I thought SHIELD and HYDRA were wiped clean to start anew? Ugh." Was the /immediate/ response as Steve walked through his door and she was fiddling with his charcoal sticks on a piece of paper. "Nat told me where you hide your key."

"Why are you surprised?" Steve asked, though there was no heat behind it. He dropped his keys into the bowl and sighed as he toed off his shoes. "Bucky and a girl. Young...frightened. Her name's Angelina."

"How pretty," she looked up at him and her mouth was pressed into a thin line, "How many punching bags lost their lives this day? Or did you not punch anything yet? No I'm not surprise, I'm just frustrated. There's a difference."

"I came straight home." Steve sighed as he walked over and sat down on the couch. He leaned back, his head tilting up. "I'm trying to think of what I can do to get them out..."

Kerica tilted her head at him, "Do you want my help in anything? I mean...an outright breakout won't work. You've been a fugitive already, but this time you wouldn't have Sam as your Ace up your sleeve. How is Bucky? What can you tell me about Angelina?"

"He switches from acting like he's....a machine I guess...and from being a person. Angelina...." Steve wasn't sure how to describe her. "He switches every time she screams. She ran into a door until she was knocked unconscious and she tried again only once. She wouldn't talk to me."

"They grabbed them from HYDRA...so while Bucky's used to it...she might be more susceptible..." Kerica hummed to herself, "That's basically what he was doing before, just doing the mission and it took you dropping your shield and letting him beat you half to death before he came back. It's been two years since then. I wonder how long he's known her." She looked up at the board and at the last report of Bucky's location somewhere in England in September last year. It was June now. So was it over the winter?

"I'm thinking that Fury needs to tell us the story, or at least Natasha might know of it." Steve said as he watched Kerica go over to the board. "Bucky...he acted like Hydra used her as a reward/punishment system. It makes sense. I could try to ask, but....I think I should take it slow on the personal questions."

"Yeah. Might be a good idea to just...talk about him. What they did, how they survived. He might tell you how they got caught over time. I can ask Nat if she knows anything. She was able to put all of the /past/ stuff online but not the recent stuff from HYDRA. They did all have to regroup, and she's a Spy, so...we'll see," she clicked her tongue. "Then there's Friday. She keeps anything like that on tabs, especially after Tony praised her for finding out about Fury bringing Buck and Angel in."

"I'm thinking of visiting tomorrow. I'll try Angelina first before I go to Bucky...maybe it'll calm her down knowing that I'm in there, rather than hearing a door open and close and always wondering." Steve said thoughtfully. "It's possible that's another reason why she screamed. She didn't know what I was doing."

"It might, considering how they've no doubt been treated so far..." Kerica eyeballed him a moment before she looked at her drawing and then handed it to him. It was of a cat and dog, the cat batting at the dog, claws out, the dog still trying to lick the cat, "I dunno if you'll find this funny or sad. I'm hoping it'll cheer you up." It was obviously an interpretation of Bucky and Steve since the cat had a metal arm and the dog had the helmet.

“I want to show that to Bucky.” Steve grinned widely as he took the picture. It was pretty funny and accurate. “He’d get a kick out of it.” He gave Kerica a wide smile. "Thanks. For cheering me up."

Kerica beamed at him, "Your welcome, Steve. I'll replace your charcoals." She stood up and stretched twisted from side to side like she was going to go for a jog, "I'm going to head out, I just wanted to check on you. You /text me/ if you come up with anything I can help with." She headed for his door and just before closing it, she did a two-finger farewell solute, "Cheerio!"

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PostSubject: Re: How To Mend A Broken Soul-Avengers RP   Mon Aug 08, 2016 12:53 am

The next day, once more with a little more determination and with more of an idea of what he was up against, Steve walked down to the basement prison. He kept his steps light, knowing that the firm echo was probably something else that would set Angelina off in a scream. Firm steps was something that meant power. It was a well-practiced march soldiers knew the rhythm to. Angelina knew those steps, but her knowledge of them wasn’t about power and about direction. It was about pain, fear, and domination.

Steve didn’t want her to think that his steps were going to bring forth any of that. However, he had to be a little surprised when he saw an agent standing by Angelina’s door, a gun strapped to their belt and they were reading a book. “Who are you?” Steve stiffened.

The man held his one hand up, book splayed as that hand followed. He was just a regular worker there at the base, nothing out of the ordinary in his appearance, except maybe innocence, "Captain! Uh...Agent Wicker. Just...standing by, in case anything happens. This morning there was an incident and they just want me to keep an eye on...what was it...Companion, right."

Companion. Bucky said that word before. So was it a code name? "What happened?" His mind was going a thousand different routes. So many things could've happened, even if S.H.I.E.L.D was no longer "bad", Hydra still could be somewhere in the depths, just waiting to come out. Did they recognize someone?

"The two of them are taken to shower every other day. They tried doing it separately, but Barnes was very...dead? That is the only word I can come up with, and Companion is just...like fighting with a child who doesn't like bath time. No worse! A cat and they have all their claws and you have to wear gauntlets just to get them trimmed," Wicker waved his hand and book a bit, and it looked and sounded like he had experience in the cat part or at least knew someone who did. "So as long as they are out of reach of each other and stay line of sight, showering is the only time they're allowed to see each other. Barnes talks to her...constantly. None-stop unless he's thinking. She doesn't respond back, but it's like they have their own way of communicating. Barnes was very sad to see her all cut up and her nails..." he made a horrified face, "But...that was the incident. Someone tried to patch her up...Barnes warned them that he's the only one she'll allow to touch her and no one listened. No one even touches her when they take her from her cell, they just point tasers and tranks at her. Anyway...she gouged them pretty good, even bit them. Like a rabid animal."

“Be treated like an animal enough and that’s what you become.” Steve sighed softly. He wasn’t upset. Not at Wicker. But he felt anger pooling at his stomach about the way Angelina was being treated. She was just a scared girl, whose been through nothing but torture and abuse. Who was being treated like a criminal. “Is she out cold right now?”

"Um...no. The tranks wore off a while ago. She's been talking to the walls again," Wicker frowned and shook his head, "Captain...I'm not sure who I feel worse for. Your friend, or her. He completely shut down once they tranked her. You remember her screaming yesterday? His matched during the incident."

Steve wondered if he should go see Bucky, but he made a promise to his friend to look out for Angelina. “Let me in then.” He said after a moment. “If she’s willing to talk to walls, she might be willing to talk to me for a bit. Or at least listen.”

"Have at it, you're a lot more durable than any of us, so I'm not too worried," Wicker shrugged and stepped aside, unlocking the door and settled back against the wall, nose back in his book.

Steve walked through the door, giving Wicker a bit of a look though he understood the comment. He walked into the room and noticed how…very different it was. Angelina was on the floor, legs up against the wall, her arms pillowing her head. She barely glanced at him before she flipped herself around and coming to a stand. She walked over to the only table they allowed her, bolted to the ground and sat down on top of it, legs crossed.

“Hey. I heard that you got hurt.” Steve kept his distance, remembering that she wouldn’t want to be cornered. The desk was a good place. If she needed to get high quickly to hurt him. It was an advantage. “Did something happen?”

He noticed the cuts down her arm, long, scratches some deeper than the other. “I don’t want those cuts to get infected.” He said after a moment. She leaned back and recrossed her legs. She didn’t lean forward again, instead she leaned back, her hands behind her. She didn’t wince. “I know you don’t want to be checked out. I think you had a bad experience with doctors.”

She blew her hair out of her face, but the sound that she made doing it was almost like a breathy laugh. Like he was being challenged to try to imagine the worst of it. “Do the walls ever talk back to you?”

She looked at him, a slow blink and a mischievous smile on her face. She pushed herself up, getting on the desk and doing a handstand, leaning on her forearms rather than her hands. Steve wondered what she was trying to accomplish. “Can you not do that on the desk?”

Taking that as a challenge, she lifted herself from her forearm position to her hands. Steve rolled his eyes. “Fine if you fall of the desk and get hurt, I’m not patching you up.”

Just like that, she lowered herself back onto her forearms and came back down to a kneeling position. Her eyes wide and curious.

“You did that just to see what would happen if you did get hurt, didn’t you?” Steve raised an eyebrow at her. “Are you wanting to hurt me?”

The first nonverbal response she ever made. She did a sea-saw motion with her hands, a grin still in place. She got off the desk and walked over to the wall again. She laid down on the floor and she brought her legs back up against it.

“…” Steve watched her for the longest time. “Do you…feel pain?”

She sharply turned her head and she growled. A warning.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make it sound like that. I was wondering. Because those cuts…you’re acting like they don’t hurt you.” Steve said slowly. “But they look pretty deep, kid.”

Her growl cut off and she raised an eyebrow.

“You look about sixteen, seventeen.”

Her smile came back and she turned back to stare up at the ceiling, a content smile on her face and her eyes closed.

“I’m going to go across the hall and talk to Bucky. I think he’s gonna want to know that you’re alright.” He watched as she fluidly, once more, got up from her position and stood. “You can’t come with me.”

She growled.

“I still-“

She punched the wall. It wasn’t…impressive. It wasn’t like she managed to break the wall. But the loud cracks of her fingers and the laugh that bubbled through brought the hairs on Steve’s skin up. What the fuck have they done to her? Done to Bucky? To make her laugh at such a pain? “Jesus…kid.”

She cradled her hand, careful but she didn’t answer. She looked away, staring pointedly at the floor.

“I’m going to ask Bucky how on earth we’re going to get you patched up. You can’t do this.” Steve watched as she brought her hands to her hair, her nails scraping at her scalp and she sunk slowly to the floor. Steve was thinking to himself, this was where he was supposed to get close to her. This was where he was supposed to show Bucky that he could protect her.
How do you protect someone whose demons where in their head? He backed away slowly, knowing that Bucky was going to ask him a thousand and one questions, but as the door slid close, he heard her sing.

All my friends are heathens take it slow.
Wait for them to ask you who you know.
Please don’t make any sudden moves
You don’t know the half of the abuse.


Wicker looked at Steve, eyebrows up to his hairline, "She sings occasionally, but that's creepy how...accurate that piece is. You going to talk to Barnes now?"

"Can you bring Dr. Rivera down here? She punched a wall and I'm going to ask him some advice on how to handle an injured Companion." Steve looked behind him, at the door that was shut. He could hear still sing, some...version of the song. He wasn't certain nor familiar with the lyrics. "I'm supposing it's never been that accurate before?"

"No, she hasn't," Wicker shook his head, and he reached for his collar, "Dr. Rivera, copy?" A pause, "Dr-yes, Mr. Rogers is requesting your presence. He witnessed Companion possibly break her fist punching the wall..." he winced, "Yes. Punching a wall...okay. See you soon."

"Thanks." Steve smiled as he walked across the hallway. He gently knocked on the door before he slid the access card through the keypad. He wasn't expecting much, but his friend's current state was...heartbreaking to say the least.

Face stone, he was staring blankly at the ceiling, hair splayed across the mattress, and it looked like he'd laid there the moment he was put back in the cell because his hair should by dry, but it was all stuck together and uncombed. Buck only blinked when he had to, which could be much longer than a minute. He was a sniper, after all. He was paler than the day before, almost matched his surroundings if it weren't for his scrubs. He made no motion to realizing Steve was there.

"Hey...Buck." Steve carefully walked over to the bed. He sat down on the edge, careful in case Buck decided that he was a danger and tried to go for his throat. "I need some help with your Companion. She punched a wall and she's been hurting people who are trying to help her. Do you...have any ideas on how we can get Dr. Rivera to help her?"

Several blinks at once. Then a full facial wince as Buck registered pain and light and ow. More blinking and he looked at Steve in confusion. When did he get there? "She's hurt?" another moment, "She punched a wall?" a deep sigh, "At least /you/ listen to me. Dr. Rivera? I think I remember her from earlier. Came in, grabbed the bleeding /mudak/ and ran out. Do you want to know what he did?! Grabbed the roll of gauze and walked towards her with it partially unrolled like someone would with rope or tape or something to bind you. Like he was going to wrap it around her scratches a few times, tape it together, and leave it at that!"

Who knew what went on in Angelina's mind when she saw the gauze being unrolled and a strange man approaching her. Obviously a threat, but Steve could guess many different things as well. She probably had been bound and gagged before. She probably knew that if that happened, something terrible was along the way. "I don't know if she needs stitches, but she's gonna need superglue or something for those cuts. And her knuckles being broken or fingers...she's gonna need something for that too. I know you told them not to touch her. They should've listened. You know, done the basic human thing and fucking /asked/ her."

"She's not human to them, Steve," Buck murmured, finally sitting up, his metal shoulder bumping Steve's, but he doesn't move away, "I don't know what SHIELD is to Fury, but it's not...what it should be. Even I know that, and I don't remember everything. He wants to end HYDRA, but I do know we tried that and we both died. I am certain everyone here went through extensive tests and checks so no HYDRA would be a part of it, but...that guy...if you were in charge of SHIELD like you should be, you would've fired him." A wry smile, "Neither of us would be here, either, if you were the Director. Not as charming as Captain, though, is it? Sorry...you asked me a question and I'm drifting from it. Too much time in my own head. It's a good thing there's nothing here that I can use to...Anyway. Helping Companion. Did she laugh? /How/ she laughs is a sign on how bad it really hurt her."

"Like..." Steve wondered how to put it. "She laughed like she was on the verge of tears. Like she was frustrated." He knew Bucky was right. "I told Nick that S.H.I.E.L.D had to go away. I told him that we needed to tear it apart. He made it rise again and I know he thinks I should be director too. I...can't be the leader that handles a secret. But...I can work behind the scenes. Right now, first things first. I want to get Teresa to see Companion, but I know I'm gonna have to use you to get that done. Then...well...I'm going to be asking some favors."

"That's okay. I'm okay with that. Breaking your fist is nothing to scoff at, after all, though...I tell you she's in chronic pain, Steve. She laughed like that I think because it was more a pinpoint pain instead of the full-body pain she's used to." Buck shifted and ended up sitting so his legs were off the side like Steve's were, frowning as his fingers kept tangling in his hair when he tried to comb through it.

"Didn't your ma ever tell you don't sleep with wet hair?" Steve asked as he carefully stood up and walked over to the bathroom. There was only one comb, it didn't have a rat-tail and it was flimsy plastic, clearly meant to break easily should it be used for anything. He sat down and did a spin motion with his finger. "Let's get rid of the rat's nest you managed to create for yourself." Steve remembered what chronic pain was like. To always feel it, to sometimes feel it so badly it would leave him in bed. "You know, I feel like I should tell you..I got to hear her sing."

"I like it when she sings...I don't know if I heard her or not. Like the screaming yesterday was muffled, she has to be really obnoxious when she does it here," Buck smiled a bit in amusement, but complied readily with what Steve wanted him to do, sitting stock still, only making minute scrunches with his nose when Steve hit a bad tangle, "What did she sing for you?"

"I think it was a Twenty One Pilots song. She sang something about heathens and..." Steve paused for a moment, remembering. "She sang, all my friends are heathens take it slow...and....Wait for them to ask you who you know. Please don't make any sudden moves....and...I think the last thing she sang was You don't know half of the abuse. Wicker mentioned that it was...very accurate."

"That's because it is," Buck hummed softly, becoming more lax the longer Steve messed with his hair, "Sudden moves and abuse, of course, are linked strongly together. HYDRA is the epitome of that. She and I are both heathens. You have to be slow with us or we strike out violently. Wait for them to ask you who you know...we get bombarded with questions about our confinement with HYDRA every damn day."

"That's boring conversation all around." Steve hummed softly. He had a feeling that Angelina wasn't just telling him that her and Bucky didn't belong, but telling him that befriending her was going to take time...and that she wasn't going to trust him until he saw much, much deeper. "So, tell me a little about your travels. How you met her even."

A knock came at the door before Steve could get his answer. "Captain Rogers? It's Dr. Rivera." The muffled voice came through the door. "Agent Wicker's refusing me entrance to the Companion's cell."

"Oh." Steve set the comb down on the bed and stood up. He walked over to the door and opened it. Teresa stood before him, white labcoat, running sneakers, and her hair tied up in a tight bun. Her eyes scanned the room as she walked in. "I was just asking Bucky for a game plan."

"I'm thinking it'd be better to let her see you work on me," Bucky told Teresa slowly, turning to face her and even standing up, "If you think we could all move to a bigger room. Steve can guard Companion. The usual guards for me will be fine."

"She doesn't have a name." Teresa observed. "Either that or your protective of it. It's a good thing." She said quickly, not wanting to start a fight. "I just...feel bad that we can't call her something than a title. Back on track, are you injured or are we going to just do a demo. Let her see what I'll do to her on you first?"

"No, I'm not injured. A demo's fine," Buck agreed, "She does have a name, but you're right, I'm protective of it." He hesitated, "I will be as compliant as I can be with your questions when you start your checkup procedures."

Teresa nodded, "It's all I can ask for." She looked at Steve. "I have a feeling if I go inside her cell I'm gonna get my ass kicked. So I think you're gonna have to be the one to get her out...if Wicker will let you."

"Wicker likes me." Steve rolled his eyes playfully. "But you're right. She won't let you anywhere near her. I don't even know if I can get close, but...if we leave the door open she might come out. Let's give it a whirl." He walked over to the cell door and opened it, holding it for Bucky and Teresa. Already, he could hear a book drop. Well...that didn't take long at all. Either Wicker was going to send up an alarm, or...he was gonna help them out. Where his loyalties lied didn't matter to Steve at the moment...but boy he was kind of interested to know what kind of shit-storm Nick was going to put him through.


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PostSubject: Re: How To Mend A Broken Soul-Avengers RP   Mon Aug 08, 2016 12:53 am

"Captain! What...?!" Wicker was staring into the room, and he glanced back towards Barnes' only to see him standing next to Dr. Rivera.

Buck gave Wicker a sly little smile, "Hey, Agent, think you could escort the five of us to the nice doctor's office? She has some checkups to do." The boy obviously hadn't had to deal with field work, even though he was wearing a gun. Probably never actually shot at a person before. A scout type if anything rather than a fighter like his other guards. Dr. Rivera had more fight in her.

Wicker surprised him, though, by standing straight, brown eyes set and running a hand through his sandy hair, "You lot...I'm going to get in so much trouble. Okay. Can I touch you?" he eyeballed him nervously.

Buck arched a brow at the question but shrugged, letting Wicker hold his arm behind his back and he stood with his feet braced outside Angelina's room. "It's okay. Steve is my friend," he called, since the door was open, hoping she heard him and was calmed by his voice. He knew the drill. He stayed far enough away that she wouldn't be within arm's reach when she came out. Teresa would no doubt be between Wicker and Angelina, and Steve would be in the back, him in the front.
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PostSubject: Re: How To Mend A Broken Soul-Avengers RP   Mon Aug 08, 2016 4:42 am

Steve didn't know what the proper protocol was for dealing with Angelina, but he walked closer towards the door. "No one's going to get hurt." Steve assured. "Well...besides on how badly your fingers need to be set." He amended. He could feel Teresa's scowl behind his back, but he didn't care. He had a feeling that honesty, no matter what, was the best policy.

She walked out, rubbing her eyes with her uninjured hand. She brightened considerably when she saw Bucky. She wasn't too thrilled with the escort party. Steve was alright, he didn't do anything wrong. Dr. Rivera and Wicker on the other hand were still on the consideration list.

"Let's go up to my office." Teresa smiled kindly at Angelina. "I'm Dr. Teresa Rivera. It's nice to meet you."

Angelina just looked at her, warily as one might do if someone had a needle or a scalpel in their hands. Her attention turned to Bucky, and she gave him a look. She also glanced at Wicker, trying to assess what type of person he was.
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PostSubject: Re: How To Mend A Broken Soul-Avengers RP   Mon Aug 08, 2016 3:40 pm

"It's okay, volk shchenku," Buck said softly, "He's not hurting me, and Teresa is here to help. You're going to watch her take care of me, is all, that way she can take care of you..." he glanced at Wicker, "Let's go."

Wicker nodded and the five of them marched their way to Dr. Rivera's office. No alarm had been set...not even Fury could watch the rooms twenty-four seven, and everyone else didn't know what was going on. Since Teresa was with them, assumptions were made and things were left alone.

Along the way, Bucky did what Wicker said usually occurred; talking constantly to Angelina, "Steve's not a monster, Companion. He's very much a friendly. He even combed my hair for me, and he said he'd get me something to help brighten up my room so it's not so white. I told you about him before, remember? He's why you had the lunchbox," a playful smile danced on his lips, "Oh, yeah...Steve, we had backpacks. You might be interested in them."
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PostSubject: Re: How To Mend A Broken Soul-Avengers RP   Mon Aug 08, 2016 6:07 pm

"Do I want to know what you decided to put in my lunchbox?" Steve asked as Angelina's eyes danced in mirth. She wasn't being held like Bucky was, so she was able to skip ahead a few times. She stretched, and she looked around the building, clearly interested in the layout. "Are the backpacks mine too or something? Where are they anyway? Somewhere with Fury?"

"I can see one of them wearing a shield backpack." Teresa mused. "I bet that comes in handy every once in a while."

Angelina giggled.

"Mine's just a normal backpack, black, red trim. I'm certain Fury has them, yeah," Buck agreed, "Companion has more of a dufflebag type backpack. I don't know how such a little thing carries so much. It's very shimmery, black and silver."

"It's like Mary Poppin's magic bag." Steve chuckled to himself with a sigh. "I can get another favor in. I think she'd enjoy doing something like that." He watched as Angelina suddenly stopped, she tensed up. For a split moment, Steve had an inner debate on what he was going to do if she decided to just bolt. Instead, she relaxed, slightly and headed back to them, sticking close and trying to stay near where Bucky was. When they turned the corner, Steve instantly could see why Angelina tensed up. They were going to have to take an elevator to Teresa's office. "Sorry, I should've warned you." Steve winced. "Should we take stairs, Companion?" If anything, she looked at him in muted horror. Apparently stairs were a bad idea too. "We got to get you up to the office somehow someway." He pointed out gently. "Teresa doesn't have a doctor carrying back like they did way back then."

"They're both small spaces and Companion doesn't like small spaces," Buck hummed thoughtfully, "Elevators these days aren't too bad, more spacious than the stairs. Steve? You could stand on one corner, while she's at the other? Give her all the space she needs, her back's against a wall for security, and you can knock out anybody pretty easy. I can climb the stairs fairly fast. I'll probably tire poor Wicker out."

Angelina stared at Wicker for a long moment before grinning brightly and clapping her hands together excitedly. She snapped her fingers and pointed at Wicker, pointed at herself and then gestured to the Elevator.

Steve already had a bad feeling about that. "I think I'll take you Companion." He noticed the pout on her face. "We'll have a grand ol' time." Her eyebrow in up and she shrugged with a huff. Whatever she had planned, didn't work, but she didn't seem to be too concerned. Steve supposed she liked making Bucky's plans difficult at first, probably to see if anything of hers could be incorporated. "So two corners, back against the wall...I'm kind of glad it's not a glass backing, but that'll make it harder to break out of." He looked at Wicker. "You okay with stairs?"

"I /said/ I'll be fine," Wicker harrumphed and gave Bucky a small nudge, opening the door and led him through, leaving Teresa to follow them of her own accord, "Maybe we'll take the elevator together next time, Companion!" he called behind him, his voice slightly echoing.

"I think he likes you." Steve mused as he pressed the button for the elevator. Teresa laughed lightly as she followed them down the stairwell. She wanted to hear whether or not Bucky would start giving the shovel talk, as well she liked doing stairs too.

"So did you volunteer to be Companion's guard or were you picked? I remember you from the last time we went to the showers," Bucky commented to Wicker as they climbed. Since he was in front he scaled the stairs and more or less dragged Wicker behind him. Who knew where cameras would be even on the staircase so he had to keep his arm behind his back, but he made it work. Like he figured, Wicker had to work for it but he wasn't panting quite yet, "What's your first name anyway, kiddo?"

"I'm twenty-four, thank you, and my name's Dylan, Dylan Wicker," he put his nose up.

"You're just so /ordinary/!" Buck laughed a bit.

"Excuse you? What's wrong with being ordinary? Not everyone can be a beefy super solder or have freaky ass reflexes like Black Widow and Hawkeye!" Dylan sounded highly offended.

Buck laughed all that much harder, "It's so funny because that's what I'm /used/ to."

Scoffing, Dylan just grunted and jumped another two steps to keep up with Buck, "I volunteered this time after I heard what happened. I wanted to make sure she was okay."

"That might be where you're odd, because you even asked me if it's okay to touch me," Buck commented.

"Well I don't want to get punched! Sudden movements seem to be your guys' thing so /yeah/ I'm going to ask!" Dylan threw his free arm up, "It's the same with people with anxiety and I wouldn't be shocked to know you have PTSD. You gotta respect people and their limits, Jesus."

Teresa grinned a little. "So young and respectful. I heard many agents talk about the Companion....and the things that they say about her, and you." She glanced at Bucky and shook her head. "Let's just say I'm surprised that they have a job here. It's nice to hear an agent actually thinking about humanity and decency."

"I wish the fundamentals of SHIELD were still applicable. To me, there doesn't seem to be much of a difference between SHIELD and HYDRA even though SHIELD bit the dust once already two years ago," Dylan mumbled.

"I think that's why Steve decided to stay." Teresa frowned. "He was not exactly pleased knowing that S.H.I.E.L.D rebuilt itself. Tearing something down, only to see it rebuilt. I think he's going to do something Natasha would be pleased about. Whatever it is."

"Something Natalia would approve of? That's a terrifying thought," Buck hummed and they reached their destination, Wicker opening the door and they arrived just a little after Steve and Angelina stepped from the elevator, "I told you I move fast. You not tuckered out, there, Dylan?"

"A little winded, if you want my honesty, but it's fine," Wicker shrugged. He tilted his head at Angelina, "You doing alright? Walls didn't close in on you, did they?"

Angelina shook her head from side to side. Steve smiled, "I'm glad that the stairs weren't too hard on you. I thought Bucky might've decided to drag you. So, Teresa, what room?"

"This way." Teresa took the lead, walking briskly like the stairs didn't affect her in the slightest. Then again, those work outs with Natasha were a good thing for cardio. They walked down the hallway and entered the hospital portion of the building. It was...a little whiter than the basement walls, but the windows were flung open, and there was a little color with the different blankets on the bed. All of them crocheted. "Here, let's use this one." She pushed open the door that was usually used for major injuries and cuts. "So, have you ever been into a doctor's office before?" Teresa looked at Angelina who shrugged. "We can work with that. Will you feel comfortable sitting on the bed? Bucky's gonna sit next to you."

Angelina gave Bucky a look.

“We're not allowed to be within arm's reach," Buck frowned, "Are you...sure?" He looked at Teresa, Steve, and Wicker.

"Um...there aren't a lot of cameras in here since people have to change into hospital garbs and stuff and that's private. There's only one at the door that I know of to keep track of who goes in and out," Dylan explained, "Do what the doctor orders, I say," he grinned.

"Also, it'll bring her comfort I assume." Teresa said briskly. "If Nick wants to fight me on how I do my patients, then by all means I will challenge him to get his medical degree and do this for himself. This is my territory. No one bosses me around in here, for no reason."

Angelina smiled brightly, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet, pleased as peaches at Teresa's minor speech. She walked over to the bed and held her hand out for Bucky to take when he approached. She missed him. She missed his scent, his touch. She missed the friendship. She missed talking to him, but she knew that if they were going to survive this place, she needed to keep her mouth shut. No matter how hard it was. She just hoped it'll be over soon.

"This is why Natasha adores you." Steve teased Teresa. "You're not afraid to stare down anyone for anything."

"No, Natasha adores me because her glare doesn't terrify me." Teresa smiled lightly at Steve. "And I tied you to the bed once."

"I thought it was Sam's idea." Steve rolled his eyes. "I could've broken the bonds."

"Sam's idea, I approved. Mostly to see if it'd get you to stay in bed and /heal/ like a goddamn normal person." Teresa walked over to Bucky and Angelina and she took a breath, reorganizing her thoughts. "Okay, so what I'm going to do, is I want to look at your arms where you scratched yourself at. Then, depending on how deep the cuts are, I'll demo what I'll try to attempt to do with Bucky here. There's somethings I can't demo, example being stitches and needles. But I'll show you where I'll inject the needle and I'll tell you what's inside of it."

Buck was rubbing his hand over Angelina's back and he toyed with her white hair randomly, sometimes twisting it between his fingers and other times petting her head, "I find it funny you were tied to the bed, Steve. It's just like you to get up and go even after getting beaten to a pulp," he shifted a bit so Teresa could have better access to his arm, smiling warmly at his comrade when she pouted at the loss of contact, "Everything will be okay. Just watch what she does."

Angelina stared at Teresa like she could try to burn a hole through her head, but she was easily distracted when Teresa started murmuring, showing how she would do the examination. Then it was her turn. Angelina stiffened up, but she thrust her arms out so Teresa could see. Teresa winced as she looked at the cuts, but, she didn't touch. Just murmured to turn her arms one way or another. "Why would they...not contact me?" Teresa asked as she looked at her arms dumbfounded. "They put you back in your cell before I could come back to get you again..." She pursed her lips as she stepped back. "Okay, so...your cuts are pretty deep. It looks like you were trying to tear off skin...so..." She turned to Bucky. "Is she allergic to any type of medication and is there any type of illnesses, mental, physical that I need to know about?"

(Doctors don't ask that question.) Angelina scooted herself backwards on the bed, bringing her legs up into a ball as she watched Bucky wondering what he was going to say. Would he make up an illness? Or would he be clean with her?

"Would you be upset with me if I told her?" Buck asked her gently, "You don't have to take what you don't want to if she offers medicine, unless they're painkillers," he promised.

Angelina knew that being upset with Bucky meant no touching and not talking, which were the two things that were already happening. So there was really no point. She shook her head and lowered her chin to her knee, eyes flicking to Wicker and Steve who were patiently watching the interaction, clearly waiting for /someone/ to try to invade Dr. Rivera's area.

"From what I've experienced, she has schizophrenia and anxiety. Claustrophobia is an obvious one, though not really a medical issue it does affect her. She's allergic to amoxicillin and sulfa medication. An immunity of sorts to morphine, too. It's weird, it doesn't knock her out, but it does make her dopey and she doesn't remember anything she says while she's on it," Bucky listed, "She scratches her arms like that because she doesn't /like/ her own skin, not so much to /try/ and hurt herself."

Teresa took in a sharp breath. Steve quietly interjected. "For physical I only know about the chronic pains."

Angelina tilted her head, because she was pretty certain that she didn't tell Steve that. The lightbulb went off and she blinked a little, oh. She let herself fall to the side, her head hitting Bucky's shoulder and sighed loudly.

"Oh, right...thank you for adding that," Buck echoed Angelina's sigh.

"Migraines are probably an issue too." Teresa looked at Angelina with a bit of sadness. "I hate to tell you this, but I'm not a therapist. But I know for a fact that you're under a lot of stress, and that's probably setting you off a lot more too." She looked at the scratches on Angelina's arm and she sighed. "On a good day, one through ten, how much pain do you feel? One being none at all, and ten being so bad you can't move?"

Angelina did a sea-saw motion and held up a three before holding up a four. Teresa nodded her head. "Okay. Okay. Here's what we're going to do. We're going to superglue some of those scratches, none of them are deep enough for stitches. Then I'm going to wrap them. I'll show on Bucky in a moment. But once I do that, I'm going to talk to Nick, and I'm going to see what I can do for you. You might not be able to get out of the cell, but if I play my cards right, I can either get you with Bucky...or...I can get you a therapist. If you want one. If not, then I'll put my focus on getting you out of the cell or into another room entirely."

Not a therapist," Buck grumbled, "They ask stupid questions and won't understand anyway. They'll want her on a pharmacy's worth of pills. Unless you got someone real damn special, no. Not happening. They won't let her with me, either, so I don't know what you're going to do."

"Whoa, man, give the nice Dr. Rivera some credit, she wouldn't pick some random therapist," Dylan defended, even though he probably didn't need to

"It's okay, Agent Wicker. I understand his worry." Teresa said easily. "It was just a small suggestion. Nothing big." She walked over to the glove compartment and snapped them on. She went to a drawer and took out some superglue and some gauze. "So here's what I'm going to do." She went through the motions on Bucky, showing her how she'd apply the glue, and how she'd wrap the tape. Angelina watched, critically and allowed herself to be touched, tensing every once in a while, but relaxing sometimes.

Once the process was done and over with, Teresa snapped the gloves off, and Steve spoke up after a moment. "Teresa, what would you suggest, if it's possible, for Companion not to get..you know too stuck in her head?"

"Getting out more." Teresa sighed, "Which is ironic. I'm not saying toss her into the city, that's overwhelming, but she needs to leave her cell a lot more. Mental stimulation too. Reading, writing, something of the sort is another thing I'd suggest. I have some yoga poses that she could do that won't be too hard."


"You should share your book collection." Steve mused to Wicker as his mind went through a thousand and one things. But first thing was first, the moment he got out of here, there were favors needed.

Dylan looked at Angelina, "I dunno what you think about anime, but I suppose we'll find out, won't we? I'll let you have the book I left back at the cell, then bring you some first volumes of a bunch of manga I have at home tomorrow. We'll go from there, okay?" At her nod, he beamed proudly, glad he could help.
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PostSubject: Re: How To Mend A Broken Soul-Avengers RP   Tue Aug 09, 2016 4:37 am

After they got Bucky back into his cell and situated Angelina, who not only finally got her wounds taped and her hand fixed up, Steve walked out of the S.H.I.E.L.D building, trying to act as nonchalant as he could. The moment he swung the doors open, he took his cell phone out of his pocket and clicked on Kerica's number.

"I know you said text, but I gotta ask. How do you feel about making waves in the office?" Steve asked before she could say hello.
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PostSubject: Re: How To Mend A Broken Soul-Avengers RP   Tue Aug 09, 2016 4:57 am

A somewhat maniacal laughter was part of his answer, "That sounds like loads of fun. I take it you had an interesting day at work today. How's Buck and his Companion? Do tell me your plan...or is it something you'd like to ask in person?"
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PostSubject: Re: How To Mend A Broken Soul-Avengers RP   Tue Aug 09, 2016 12:01 pm

"It wasn't really work, it was more or less a visit." Steve said after a moment. "Companion and Buck got to meet Dr. Rivera because she punched a wall. My line's secure, is yours?"
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PostSubject: Re: How To Mend A Broken Soul-Avengers RP   Tue Aug 09, 2016 1:20 pm

"Dear ol' Nat would kill me if it wasn't," Kerica promised, "Teresa was able to patch her up no problem? That's amazing for sure. Anyway, you're always working even when you're not. Gotta save the day. You were thinking about scenarios and things the entire time. I know it, you know it, so spill."
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PostSubject: Re: How To Mend A Broken Soul-Avengers RP   Tue Aug 09, 2016 3:36 pm

Steve laughed a little. "Well, first things first. Companion now has a guard with her, probably going to be twenty-four seven from now on. She had a freak-out and hurt an agent because he came at her without listening to Bucky's instruction on she won't let anyone touch her besides him." He explained after a moment. "So, if they want to play the "human" game, we're going to be play the human game. I have a theory on how to get Companion to talk back to me. I hope that it'll settle her down somewhat, and I can figure out an idea on what I can do to make her more comfortable. I suspect that the Companion has her own ideas on how to throw a fit and make someone listen to her. She's already looking at the layout of the building. She wasn't shown much, but...she's planning."

Steve took a breath, knowing that Kerica was still listening him. "If she manages to break out, which is the least likely scenario, she's not exactly going to find common ground with S.H.I.E.L.D. So, we got to get her allied with the Avengers instead. Whatever she does to throw her fit, is going to be Nick Fury's message to send her somewhere far away. My plan on the other hand, is to get him cornered. I'll get Companion to agree regardless if my theory's right or not. My idea is that you and Agent Wicker will relieve each other for shifts. I know a third agent needs to be there, and I'm counting on either me...or I'll be grabbing Sam for some help. I need that third agent to be a well-known Avenger. I might just talk to Clint about it, but he hates it when kids are locked up. Natasha's a bit more cold, don't tell her I said that, but I don't know how well Companion's gonna like her. Vision's too obvious. Wanda...Wanda might be our third. I'm not certain yet, I got to see what she does." He took a breath. "The goal is to treat her like a decent human being. I don't care if you need to be outside, or inside the cell to do it. The more human she's treated, the more willing she'll work with us, and the less she might have a freak-out. Teresa told me that she's feeling locked up in her mind and I can't blame her in the slightest. So, bring things to do if you decide to go in the cell, but obey the cues. No touching, no anything unless Companion says or does something to indicate that it's okay."

"I'm going to call Natasha, and ask her for a favor. A minor one for right now. Once I get that favor settled in, depending on what I find, I'll call you up again and make whatever changes I need to the plan I gave you. There's a slim chance, we won't be able to wait for Companion to make a scene, and that's alright. All it does, is make Nick think we want a challenge. She makes a scene, he's going to write her off as a hopeless case. Both work." Steve paused. "Bucky on the other hand, is going to be my concern only. At least, for right now. He asked me to look after Companion, begged me to make sure she's alright, so we'll keep that our main focus. Keep her from going too off the deep-end. Everything else will fall into place. We'll make it look a certain way, Nick will be pleased, and he'll never figure out that we were playing from the start."
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PostSubject: Re: How To Mend A Broken Soul-Avengers RP   Tue Aug 09, 2016 5:05 pm

"Oooh, would you like me to talk to Wanda or are you going to? Pepper! Pepper might be a good person to talk to, she likes being motherly, even if she wouldn't be the third person, she might have some advice. I've got a bunch of projects going, I'll bring my watercolor and cross stitch stuff and see if she takes interest in anything," Kerica paused and hummed as she thought, "I'll save my photography for if I'm able to get her /out/ of the cell. Doesn't that base have an indoor garden Slate and Vision take care of now and again like the one at the Avenger Tower? Hey, did you show Bucky the picture? If he likes that I can make more pictures just for him. You don't have to take care of him alone, Steve. I gotchu, and I want to be Buck's friend, too."
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PostSubject: Re: How To Mend A Broken Soul-Avengers RP   Tue Aug 09, 2016 5:07 pm

"Shit, I knew I forgot something." Steve groaned. "No, I didn't give him the picture. I'll do that tomorrow. I knew I had something that I needed to show him. Thanks for reminding me. Thankfully, it gives me time to go to an art shop and find a frame. He wants a sun-catcher or something in his cell to break up the light, so...it's a good excuse as any. I know he'll love the drawings, so go ahead and draw whatever. I'll do the same."

"Might as well buy tape or something to put the pictures up with. His walls won't be white by the end of next week. Though, you didn't answer my other questions," Kerica giggled, "Who's talking to Wanda and should Pepper be included?"

"You might have more luck with Wanda...Pepper...hm. Let's see what she thinks first...but I don't want her to feel pressured." Steve said slowly. "She runs a company after all and taking time off is kind of hard."

"Everything will work out in the end, I'm sure," Kerica said, "Okay, one not-so-social-call to the Stark Tower, comin' right up! Cheerio, Steve!" she chirped and at his reply she hung up.

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PostSubject: Re: How To Mend A Broken Soul-Avengers RP   Tue Aug 09, 2016 6:15 pm

"Excuse me, young man, may I have access to the Companion's cell?"

Wicker looked up and jumped, fumbling with his book as he lost grip on it and he held it to his chest once he caught it safely, "Miss Pepper Pots! I didn't expect you here!" He noticed she had a box in her arms, though it wasn't very big. "Agent Wicker, at your service, and uh, Companion is currently reading my entire collection of the manga Death Note, which is super intense, so just announce your actions before you do anything if she doesn't look up. M-May I see what's in the box? S-Security, is all."

"Calm down, I understand," Pepper smiled warmly at him, popping the lid so he could look inside. It was just a broken female doll with a multitude of parts, clothes, different eyeball colors and wigs. "I'll be extremely careful, I know it's been a few days since everybody's started taking care of her, but she's still at the cautionary stage. How long have the two of them been here, anyway, before Steve found out?"

"About three weeks, since mid-May," Wicker answered easily, "Today marks a month."

"No wonder they're losing their minds," Pepper mumbled, "May I go inside now?"

Dylan brought his card out and knocked first in a specific rhythm before swiping the card and opening the door, "Companion! You have a new visitor!" No response, but he shrugged and let Pepper walk through before he joined her, standing in the corner beside the door as it closed.

"I'm going to the desk," Pepper hummed softly and her heels clicked as she moved towards it. The little girl was laying on her stomach, legs kicked up in the air, gown hiked up mid-thigh, and her head was resting in the case of her left hand, nose buried deep in the book that had a bunch of panels like a comic magazine did. "I'm putting a box down," she said a little louder, the box thumping just a bit a second later.

The box was what really caught her attention. She looked up from her manga and blinked. The woman had fiery red hair, and she was dressed in a elegant sort of fashion that was quite out of place for the dreary cell. She pushed herself up slowly, more out of curiosity rather than caution. Who was this woman? She got up on her knees and pushed herself without needing to use her hands, up to her feet. She glanced down at the box, and tilted her head. Her eyes flicked back to the woman, and she tilted her head another direction, as if she was making a decision, or waiting for a response.

"I'm Pepper, it's nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you from Steve," Pepper explained, sitting down and motioned to the box, "Go ahead, open it. It's for you. I heard you're bored, and I wanted to see if you would like this."

She walked over towards the box, a little assured now that she knew that Steve knew her. She carefully took the box and slid it closer to her and opened it. She blinked a little in surprise as she pulled out a female doll. She had clothes, eyes, wigs, but she still needed her body to be put together. Luckily the doll came with elastic string, and a piece of ribbon. She picked up the doll’s face, an innocent, wide-eyed sculpt. The make up was gorgeously done as well, making the doll look youthful and soulful.

Bucky would find this interesting. She placed the broken pieces on the desk, arranging them as neatly as she could so she could start fixing it when she had a chance. She looked through the wings and decided on a blonde, long wavy one and set it to the side. She picked out purple eyes and hummed softly underneath her breath.

Realizing that the woman was still sitting there, no not woman, Pepper. She glanced at her curiously and pointed at the doll she had just finished arranging the most basic things to, pointed at herself and then pointed at the cell. Was it really hers to keep here and was it alright?

"If you like it enough to fix it, you can keep it," Pepper promised her, "I wanted to fix it myself, but haven't had the time. If you can read, can you write?"

She nodded, but then put her finger to her lips. She tapped it a few times and brought it down to her chest, her finger still pointing up. Even though Steve figured out how to become a wall, he hadn't figured out how to become the eyes. People have started to try their best to become walls too, but Steve knew how to do it. Subtly she pointed over at Dylan. It became a little game of theirs, for him to bring in manga, and to slip in a blank piece of paper that they could communicate on. It was simple, little things like bitching about a character or a setting or even the author itself. If anything, it was useless information to the masses. But it kept the eyes off of Dylan's back, which was what she needed. Pepper on the other hand, she wasn't certain if eyes were on her or not.

Pepper slowly reached for her breast pocket and took out one of those mini notebooks with the pen attached. Clicking the pen after taking it out, she wrote in it and then passed it over, the casing keeping it from being seen. 'No eyes. Fury cannot touch me.' "Everything in the box is yours. I'm just wondering what you'll name your new little friend."

No eyes. Which meant the walls couldn't touch her either. Quietly she placed the paper in her hand, crumpling it. She would wait until Pepper was gone to swallow it or hide it somewhere in the manga. She could trust Dylan to keep a secret. "Maria." She smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners.

Dylan stared at her for a long moment while Pepper just beamed brightly. She /spoke/. To Pepper. Granted it was just one word, a name, but he'd never heard her voice unless she was singing obnoxiously to Bucky. He found he ended up smiling, too, "That's a gorgeous name!" he praised.

"I think so, too. I hope once you fix her, Maria can be somebody you can talk to instead of the walls," she cooed and she slowly stood up, going around the desk, making sure she could track her every movement, "May I?" she asked, referring to touch as she held her hand out, palm up.

Angelina stared at Pepper's hand for a moment. She took a breath and gently brought her hand and gently placed it upon Pepper's, facing down. She made a soft sound at the back of her throat, close to a whine or a whimper, it was uncertain. It wasn't painful, but...she just wanted that closeness. She wanted Bucky to touch her again, to feel like she was wanted. Needed. She stepped closer, before scaring herself and stepping back, but her hand remained in Pepper's.

"Shhh, it's okay, dear," Pepper soothed, taking the other hand and stoking the top of her head, leaning down and kissing her forehead, "It's okay, don't push yourself out of your comfort zone too fast. I gotta go now, but I hope to see you again. Would you like that?" she asked her.

Angelina nodded, having closing her eyes at the stroke and was a little surprised to feel a kiss on her forehead. As Pepper was walking away, Angelina began singing. "Zydrate comes in a little glass vial. A little glass vial? A little glass vial, and the little glass vial goes into the gun like a battery. And the zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy. When the gun goes off, it sparks, and you're ready for surgery."

Pepper glanced at her with a raised brow and Dylan's jaw was dropped. A moment passed and Pepper just smiled, "You have a lot of people who want to protect you, so nothing bad is going to happen if we have anything to say about it. Thank you," she said before Wicker opened the door and she left the two of them.

Dylan looked back at her, "You've got a pretty voice. I'm sure you'll be able to fix Maria right up." With that, he grinned and waved, closing the door behind him.

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PostSubject: Re: How To Mend A Broken Soul-Avengers RP   Tue Aug 09, 2016 10:19 pm

Steve had the two backpacks on his coffee table. Natasha had just dropped them off and she told him that Pepper had came by to see Angelina. He knew that Pepper being in the prison was probably going to send a phone call, Nick was probably not going to be pleased with the fact that Pepper Potts came by to see her, but in all honesty, he didn’t care. Pepper was, and always would be, someone that saw the superheroes as what they were. She would see Angelina and Bucky for exactly who they were.

Nick couldn’t even give them that type of benefit. He took Angelina’s bag, a sparkly silver and black duffle and carefully opened it. Inside, there was a Captain America tin lunch box with his picture on the front of it, tossing the shield at some unknown enemy. He shook it, and listened to whisper of paper hitting the box. Flicking it open, he laughed. Inside was nothing but gauze, tape, bandages, scissors, antiseptic wipes, and many other things. He set it aside, closing the box. Bucky must have remembered all the times that he had bandaged up Steve from a fight in an alleyway.

He pulled out a couple of notebooks, worn and well-read. A picture slipped through one of the pages and he carefully picked it up from the floor. The picture was of Angelina, arm swung around a man’s waist and a bright, cheerful smile on her face. The man was wearing sunglasses, thumbs-up, with a five o’ clock shadow on his face. Steve could swear that he recognized the background of the picture to be located somewhere in Germany. He couldn’t think of where it might’ve been.
He flipped over the picture, and saw Picture taken for Lydia. in neat cursive handwriting. Steve’s eyebrows furrowed, because he didn’t recognize the name. Lydia? Who was Lydia? Did Bucky know a Lydia? No…this picture dated back years. He knew it was years because Angelina didn’t look so beaten up. She still had a wild look in her eyes, but they were more stabilized.

The man in that picture must have been someone important. Steve set the picture on top of the notebooks and continued digging through. There were more notebooks, but these were newer. Steve flipped a couple of pages and he read one of the paragraphs.

Oh Mary, contrary how does your garden grow?
With torture and murder
and rivers of blood flow.
How will you get out of the voir dire?
A raven says to meet you at the gallows.


That was from a nursery rhyme. Steve closed the book, knowing that this was probably private and Angelina wouldn’t be too happy that he snooped around, reading her private thoughts. He continued to dig through her bag and took out two other things. One was box that was covered in nothing but wires and a little knob with a radio frequency screen from a car stereo. He turned it on and winced when he got nothing but a loud shriek. It wasn’t just for an at home radio. He doubted it. It was specifically used for something else.

Though he was certain…he turned on the radio again and turned it to the local news station that he sometimes listened to. The voices crackled over the static and Steve nodded his head. So news stations and radio frequencies. He set the box down and took out another one. /This/ one was a little different.

This looked to be some sort of prototype for a type of gun. Right now, it looked to be like a stun gun. Steve didn’t dare shoot it, he didn’t know what would happen if he tried. However, it made him realize that Angelina was smart. Super, super, smart if she was able to create these things from a junkyard.

Inside a small pocket he came across a range of knives. Bowie, combat, swiss, and a couple of daggers. The Combat and Bowie seemed to get the most use, he noticed that the edging was getting dull.

What would she use them for? Why a stun gun prototype if that was it? He would have to ask Tony what it really was. He knew that Bucky would try to arm Angelina. It was the only way to keep her safe while traveling with an assassin but…

Why did Angelina travel with him?

He never got an answer to that. Not really.

He pushed the stuff back into her bag and zipped it up before turning his attention on Bucky’s and pulled out things.

The bag itself was fairly unassuming, and would easily blend with a multitude of environments and the red would help locate it if one knew what to look for. It wasn’t as stuffed full as Angelina’s either. The bare minimum, if that. There was one of those water jugs that filtered the water as you drank it. Many, many passports and just as many if not more knives of varying shapes and sizes stuffed /everywhere/ so he had to be careful where he stuck his hand. Small airport-approved containers of shampoo and conditioner, a bar of soap, and in one of the back binder pockets were a few rain proof cover and even some for the cold weather, neatly folded for efficiency.

Among the basic survival and mix-matched supplies for hygiene, were journals like Angelina’s. Except, not as neatly arranged. Some were beaten up and very warn, others were newer, and they were mostly black, some dark blue. Papers were torn out and taped to other pages if he was rearranging the order of which he wrote things down. There were news clippings and there were pictures...of Natasha, as well as many of Steve both in and out of uniform.

The writing changed from time to time, if Steve could pinpoint where to lay his eyes first. Sometimes it was cursive, sometimes it was chicken scratch, other times it was a simple neat print. All Bucky, and as each one was read it was determined each handwriting style was for each mental state he was in.

A lot of the chicken scratch was when he woke from nightmares and was trying to write quickly. There were smudges from what could possibly be tears when they hit the page and mucked up the ink. Nightmares about being in HYDRA captivity, nightmares about World War 2. Nightmares about Steve and either killing him or losing him or both. Oftentimes, the nightmares portrayed how worthless and hopeless he felt.

Goddamn it, Steve! Why are you so bright? I tried to follow you, I did, but I couldn’t /see/ anything. I don’t want to be in the dark anymore, but do I even belong where you are? The moon is mocking me with her rays, and there’s blood on my hands even though I’ve been good. I haven’t killed anybody in a long time. Would you be proud of me?

The neat print tended to be when Bucky was rambling, just jotting down this and that, whatever came to mind. Lists and notes were in this format, too.

With you ‘til the end of the line’ huh? Your stupid face must like getting punched with how you let me beat the shit out of you, idiot. Why do you do this to me? They tortured me, you know, after you called out to me on the bridge and I went back to report. They didn’t like my ‘attitude’ and I was wracking my brain trying to figure out who you were. It boggled my mind that someone /knew/ who I /was/ and I just wanted to know how and why you did. They didn’t like that at all.

The cursive, though...the cursive was almost like a code in itself, written so fluidly with little dots the only indicator where he would stop and think. Definitely the Soldier state of mind.

Query? Birthdays...are meant to be a means of entertainment? Had to put birthday of ‘Bucky’ for the museum for temporary income. Coworkers who approved of me gave cupcakes. Assessment...chocolate with plain frosting is acceptable, flavored icing and white cake is not. Unfortunate Asset has to leave soon for new destination. Confirm. Have to keep moving. Risk of hideout being compromised rises each day. Assessment...friendly neighborhoods also nosy. Confirm? Confirm.

Steve choked a laugh as he read the last entry and closed the book. Museum. He wondered if it was a natural and science museum that he worked at. Bucky was the type who liked science and all sorts of things that came with it. He was smart, mathematician and a general sponge of knowledge. He kept Steve’s head afloat when they had tests and homework. Bucky had to rely on him for history and anything artsy.

It made him miss Bucky a lot. It made him wish that he had found him sooner. He placed the notebook on the table and thought about his options. As the Companion gained more attention, Bucky  continued to refuse to answer anything about Hydra, the confinement and about his Companion at all.  If the conversation went to Angelina, Bucky turned it on himself by incriminating himself further.

Steve had to admit, Nick had aces. Angelina clearly had something to hide in her bag. A picture of a man who wanted to send a picture to a woman named Lydia. It was good leverage. Perhaps that was a family member, or maybe it was someone very important to Angelina. Whatever or whoever it was, Nick was probably using it against her, or was trying to find a way to use it against her.

Bucky had so many things against him, the only choices he had were to go to prison and never see light of day again or to agree to become something for S.H.I.E.L.D. Neither were pleasing, but Steve knew that confinement was wearing them down.

Steve had options. Nick might be using Angelina as leverage, as a reward/punishment against Bucky, but clearly he had something he wanted from her as well. However, Steve knew Bucky better than Nick. There wasn’t much Nick could use against Bucky besides Angelina and prison, but Bucky trusted Steve.

He picked up the phone and dialed Natasha.

“I thought I gave you the bags?” Natasha answered as she picked up on first ring.

“You knew Bucky back in the Red Room, right?” Steve remembered Natasha telling him, during the late night researches and futile prayers. Natasha wanted him to be prepared for everything, every dark secret, every mystery.

“He did. He was a good trainer.” Natasha said slowly. “Where is this coming from?”

“We need to somehow, someway start processing Bucky into the Avengers.” Steve said slowly. “I’m certain Nick wants him to remain a field agent.”

“But whose better to go up with Captain America but the infamous sniper from the 107th himself?” Natasha hummed. “You and Nick are playing a very dangerous game with two dangerous people.”

“I know Bucky’s dangerous. But Companion’s sick.” Steve said sharply. “Any longer in that cell…”

“So make a deal. You’re known for those.” Natasha quipped. “Bucky and Companion’s freedom. But you’ll have to give up something in return.”

Secrets. Possibly anything that had to do with Hydra and the confinement that they endured. Perhaps it had something to do with Steve himself. He could see Nick putting him on the sidelines, or something. “Why do you say Companion’s dangerous?”

“You should look up what happened to Hydra in England in December.” Natasha told him quietly. “Then you should decide if Companion is really the person you want to free, or if it’s Bucky. I'd start small if I were you. Then work your way up to more and more time, unless they decide that for themselves."

Natasha sighed over the phone. “Look, I know you Steve. You’re going to save them both even if it costs you everything you hold dear. But I also know that you’re going to destroy S.H.I.E.L.D again in the process. You are the Leader of the Avengers. Nick can’t really go up against you…without losing us. So you’re going to have to decide on whether or not Companion and Bucky are the /best/ you can come up with for a treaty.”

“Treaties break all the time.” Steve told Natasha.

“Which is why I don’t trust Americans.” Natasha’s joke was deadpanned and dry, making Steve grin. “But you’re right. Promises get broken all the time. Nick certainly doesn’t have a strong record of keeping them.”

“Thanks, Tash. You’re awesome.”

“You owe me drinks.” Natasha replied as she hung up.

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PostSubject: Re: How To Mend A Broken Soul-Avengers RP   Tue Aug 09, 2016 10:32 pm

"Wow, so you're my replacement for the day? This is great," Dylan grinned as he saw Kerica coming towards him, a large yellow pad that read 'Strathmore Watercolor paper' was sticking out of a big box the little woman was carrying.

"I see you're not reading that infamous book you forever have your nose stuck in," Kerica smirked at him.

"I finished it literally ten minutes before you showed up. I was getting so bored," Wicker whined. He looked in the box and saw there were cross stitch supplies and watercolor paints and paint brushes and those plastic palate mixer things all thrown in, "You came awfully prepared."

"Well, if you and I are going to be having shift changes from now on, I physically cannot stand around for two hours in one spot before I'm relieved for breaks. I will lose what is /left/ of my mind. So, arts and crafts it is," Kerica took the lanyard Wicker handed her and flung it over her own neck, one key card and one key attached to it. Her hair was up in a ponytail and she wore the general white blouse and black jacket with black slacks and boots. She forwent wearing the tie, though.

"Hey, whatever works for you," Dylan shrugged, "Nice to meet you, by the way. I heard you joined S.H.I.E.L.D. back before it was dissolved?"

"Yeah, my dad mentored Dr. Teresa, actually. She and I are good friends," Kerica nodded and knocked before she unlocked the door, "Companion! I come baring goodies!" she said and waved to Dylan before the door shut by itself.
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PostSubject: Re: How To Mend A Broken Soul-Avengers RP   Wed Aug 10, 2016 4:43 am

Angelina was sitting at the desk, moving a blonde doll around. She was eyeing it critically as she made it stand up. She had just managed to re-string it yesterday, but she was still trying to make sure that everything worked properly. She looked up from her job to see a new girl come into her cell.

What was with all the new people wandering into her cell? Bucky continuously told her in the shower that anyone that treated her like a decent human being was probably going to be on Steve's side, meaning that they were all going to be friendlies. Bucky also told her to keep her hopes a little brighter, because he knows that Steve was working on a way to get them out.

She walked over to the box, with a lot more caution than she had when she looked at Pepper's box. The lanyard around Kerica's neck was enough to let her know that Dylan was off his shift and that this new girl was going to be her new guard. She peered into the box and blinked as she looked at all of the arts and crafts. She glanced at Kerica before she slid the box closer to her and slowly shifted her way through, just in case someone was thinking that they could use this against her.

It was getting really, really hard not to just say fuck it and just start yelling and screaming again. It was getting harder and harder for her to keep silent, to stay silent. She knew that if she broke, Bucky was going to be in trouble. Angelina didn't know what to do. Even with the crafts laid out before her, sewing, coloring, drawing.
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PostSubject: Re: How To Mend A Broken Soul-Avengers RP   Wed Aug 10, 2016 12:20 pm

"You don't have to worry about the cross stitching I was gunna do that, but I can show you how to use the watercolor," Kerica took the big yellow pad out and opened it, working loose one of the thick pages and she took it and the tubes of paint and other supplies to the desk, making sure not to intrude on her doll. "Whatever you make I'm going to give to Bucky, help make his room colorful. Are you okay with that?"
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PostSubject: Re: How To Mend A Broken Soul-Avengers RP   Wed Aug 10, 2016 3:02 pm

Angelina blinked once, twice, and she smiled brightly, almost shyly. She wanted to learn both. She might not be allowed to keep needles in this cell, but she wanted to at least figure out if she liked it or not. She brought the box over to the desk and gently set it down. She took Maria and placed it on her bed, laying her down so that they had room to work.

She laid out the sewing stuff, a little bit on the corner. The threads were pretty...and she could see a ring with cloth in it already in progress of sleepy kittens. "Pretty." She cooed softly as she looked at the work and set it down.
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PostSubject: Re: How To Mend A Broken Soul-Avengers RP   Wed Aug 10, 2016 4:15 pm

"I love cats," Kerica grinned, "The binder there has a bunch of patterns from simple to complex. I've made a lot of the simple ones, it's how I improved. There's sayings and pictures, and we don't have to use the colors shown. The bag has a ton of thread. If you want to start a cross stitch project with me, you don't have to worry about finishing it right away. I'm sure Bucky will love it whenever you get it done," she promised, "There's both white and black fabric, too, if you want to make bright colors stand out."
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PostSubject: Re: How To Mend A Broken Soul-Avengers RP   Wed Aug 10, 2016 4:23 pm

Angelina smiled before her smile carefully faded. "I...don't know how to stitch." She said running her tongue against her lip for a moment. She took a breath and let it out slowly. "I don't know how to draw either." She looked at Kerica and smiled sadly. "I wasn't taught these things in the Cage."
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PostSubject: Re: How To Mend A Broken Soul-Avengers RP   Wed Aug 10, 2016 4:48 pm

"Well, lucky for you, watercolor doesnt really require you to draw!" Kerica beamed at her and took the two clear mason jars to the bathroom, coming back a second later with them full of water, setting them down. "You can do wet on dry for a more precise effect, but say we want to do a sky. This is my favorite one to do, too, because the sky isn't /just/ blue, is it? Sometimes its purple and pink, or orange and red. Different shades of grey, black, and even purple make a stormy sky...I'll do this side, okay? You can do the other half." With that, she made sure a paper towel was at the ready, putting her colors on the palate plate and wet a medium sized round flat brush and got one half of the paper wet. Purple was first, being spread over a portion and then a rosey pink joined it after a moment when she wet her brush again, the two pigments mixing together in the middle where they met. She did this with orange last, until she ran out of space on her half and rinced then dried the brush. Reaching into the box she took a cotton ball and then soaked up the paint here and there to make clouds.
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PostSubject: Re: How To Mend A Broken Soul-Avengers RP   Wed Aug 10, 2016 8:01 pm

While they painted, Angelina hummed softly underneath her breath, occasionally singing some of the lyrics softly. Her sky on her side had more oranges and purples, with some pinks here and there, and underneath the sky she created a hill with a tree. The tree had pink and purple leaves rather than the normal green and she drew two shadows, rather than one on the hill. The hill's flowers were all yellow and orange.

She looked over at Kerica's side just to see what it was.
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PostSubject: Re: How To Mend A Broken Soul-Avengers RP   Thu Aug 11, 2016 11:00 am

Kerica had added an ocean with shadows of sea creatures roaming the water. She looked over at Angela and gave her a thumbs up, "See? You can go from imagination and make anything! Bucky is going to love it. Okay, how about you look through the binder for something /simple/ and I can show you how to cross stitch next!"
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PostSubject: Re: How To Mend A Broken Soul-Avengers RP   Thu Aug 11, 2016 2:56 pm

Something simple was...complicated needless to say. Angelina didn't know what the difference was between "simple" and "difficult" when it came to the patterns. Relying on looks, she decided to chose an owl pattern. It looked simple enough and she handed it to Kerica and crossed her legs, waiting for her to decide if it was a complicated piece or not.
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