weltonboys:

on earth we’re briefly gorgeous / ocean vuong

elkleggs:

kingcrossbones​:

He didn’t think he could do it but there he was, standing on his feet, for now. The gun in his hands was shaking with the effort it took for Brock to stay upwards and hearing the Asset speak like that was not helping. He didn’t want to do this. Pointing a gun at the Asset was wrong on every level imaginable and he so wanted to explain how this was going to go wrong but he didn’t have the strength. 

Holding onto his side with one hand and holding himself up against the wall he felt his hand lowering and shaking with fatigue and in his head he was speaking but  the words that came out of his mouth were intelligible mumblings. He felt himself passing out and tried to lift the gun again and order him to stay away “Sta wha…” Brock shifted, as he tried to step forward to lye on the table again because he could feel he was passing out but his awareness was cut as if someone pulled the plug and he was out. 

The moment he saw Brock falling, Bucky was rushing forward.  He caught Brock in his arms, but in the same movement got the safety on the gun and slid it away from them.  Out of reach.

“Idiot,” he mumbled at his handler, hauling him up and back onto the table.  He knew he was short on time.  

“So damn stubborn.  All of you officers are.”  Bucky secured Brock to the table again, strapping down his legs too for good measure this time.  Thankfully the briefcase wasn’t damaged in their altercation and Bucky was able to get the IV bag set up and a catheter into Brock’s arm.  It was only a matter of moments before the bag of serum of hooked up too and being steadily infused with his handler’s blood.  

All the Asset could do now was wait and hope that the serum worked.  Prayed that they would get help here soon to evacuate them.

kingcrossbones​:

Brock waited for it to sink in “Yeah…” he croaked, his throat was dry and his voice was breaking. He watched the Asset’s movements and most of the times it was easy for Brock to tell wat he was thinking “Oh hell no, don’t even think about it, kid. I’ll be fine.” he tried to sound angry and authoritative but the truth was he was tired and couldn’t put too much mirth into it.

HIs eyes widened with panic as he was held down “No, no, no! Don’t do this, you fuckin idiot!” he was scared and angry that he wasn’t able to do very much to fight him off and his panic increased until he wasn’t thinking logically anymore. He’d rather die than get that int him and end up on Hydra’s lab table.

With all the power he had left, he grabbed at the earpiece in the Asset’s ear and sown his legs on the other side of the table he was sprawled on. The moment he was on his feet he stepped on the damn thing and palmed his gun. It was shaking in his bloodied hands, his face pale and dotted with sweat and grime, “I don’t wanna do this, kid. Please,.. James… I know you can hear me…” he hoped actually and hoped against hope that his words could reach him. “It’s just you and me now.” he took out his earpiece as well, slowly lowering the gun and holding his hands in front of him, palms forward.

“James… listen to me… it’s gonna be fine, ok?” he wanted to get closer to him but he couldn’t risk it, not if he couldn’t reach him and the Asset was still operating on orders.

Bucky gasped as he was grabbed and thrown by Brock.  It took a moment to right and steady himself, but he couldn’t hide the look of despair that etched itself on his face.  “I can’t let you die,” he repeated for emphasis, trying to make it clear that he wasn’t just following orders.  The Asset couldn’t stand the thought of Brock dying on him when he could have at least tried to save him.

“Let me save you, Brock.  If we can get the serum in you and it works, it could save you.  Or at least keep you alive long enough for us to get you actual treatment,” he tried to reason with his handler, though he struggled to keep his eyes on Brock’s face and not on the gun pointed at him.  Every cell in his body wanted to retaliate, get the gun away and Brock on the ground.  But he didn’t.

Bucky shifted his footing, leaving himself more relaxed and open instead of the coiled readiness that had been trained into him.  “I’m listening, but I just want to save you.”