HERO
Lesson one: Heroes. There's no such thing.
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Post by Anthony Stark on Apr 26, 2014 9:54:29 GMT -5
 If I can't fix it, no one can.
Home, it was odd to think of it that way when it really wasn't. Everything was different and looked different. The suit that he had found was not like his own, the colouring on it black and gold. It was odd to look at it, he was so used to the hot rod red and the gold trim. But he had to admit that it would be good in stealth situations. He was still out witting himself even in different dimensions, it was almost funny. Leaving that suit behind he stuck with the one he knew, the one who had J.A.R.V.I.S on hand and ready to go.
The tower was still under construction, workers moved all over the place trying to repair what he had done. The tower was all he had now, well that and his suit. Walking past the lobby he dropped the new plans before the foreman who was in charge of fixing what he had broken. There was a part of him that missed Happy and the way that he would be at his or Peppers side, taking the issue head on. Now he was forced to do what he hated, deal with people. The file hit the table and he just pointed to it as he took a drink of the alcohol and coffee mixture in his cup.
He didnt want to deal with any more surprises, his first mission had been to get his computers back on line. He had also rewired a new system for the rest of the city so that the girl in purple wouldn't cry again. A small shiver ran down his spine as he made a snorting sound. It was bad enough he was here but now he had to deal with all the misfits what also came his way. Sir, there is someone approaching the building. They seem to be hurt, shall I let them in? The sound of J.A.R.V.I.S's voice rang out in the ear piece that was in his ear. "What did I tell you about lock down? Only construction workers can come in that are using have badges." He said in between mouthfuls of caffeine.
I must warn you that he looks quite beat up sir. I am allowing him in to the medical facility, he seems to also have some sort of prosthetic arm. Tony opened his arms as if asking everyone around him what was going on. "Am I not in charge here any more?" He looked around as if asking everyone in the room but yet only got odd looks. "J.A.R.V.I.S tell me where this person is entering from I want to see who I am dealing with now before they can shoot me with an arrow."
Outfit: Here
Tag: Bucky
Song: Bad blood
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2014 6:58:00 GMT -5
  His cybernetic arm was damaged after the battle with Captain America, this much he knew, and it was something that needed to be fixed immediately. Although he could probably still function with limited mobility, he didn't want to take any chances, especially with not knowing what exactly to expect in this world. It was becoming more evident that the archer girl had been right and that he was in a different world than his own, and if it was also true that people were coming in from all different kinds of dimensions, then who knew what he'd end up facing. A faulty weapon was not good, and it was his priority to ensure he was back to a hundred percent after the battle at the museum. He couldn't get in touch with Pierce or his handlers, and if they were actually cut off from everywhere else, then he was most likely on his own. It was an entirely new concept for him, having to make decisions that were normally made for him, or have to develop contingency plans now that everything was not like it had been in Washington D.C.
He paused at the base of Stark Tower, watching as construction crews continued their daily work, unaware of the Soldier lurking in the shadows close by. It was probably not the best idea for him to go here but he had nowhere else to go. He had checked the old safe houses that he remembered from before, but HYDRA wasn't here and none of the normal equipment or people were there to help him. The only other person he knew who could actually fix his arm was Tony Stark. He didn't know how much this Tony would know of him, it would depend on what world he came from, but the Soldier knew the Stark from his world would most likely not be keen on helping him. After HYDRA had him come out into the open to take out Fury and now Captain America and the Black Widow, everyone knew of his existence. Maybe word hadn't reached New York City yet of what had happened in Washington D.C., or maybe that had never even happened here. He had no idea what to expect. He was sure the fight at the exhibit was already all over the media, but there wasn't much he could do about that.
In his world, he had been responsible for the death of Stark's parents. It had been an order. HYDRA wanted them eliminated. He complied. Simple as that. He doubted Stark would understand that, but neither HYDRA or the Winter Soldier had ever been linked to those deaths. He only knew because of the echoes, because of those bits he could remember from back then. There were other memories, reaching farther back, but they were indistinct and muddled. Whatever had been sparked by the words he had read in that exhibit and then confirmed by the blonde man...Steve Rogers...it had started a domino effect in his mind that wasn't showing it would be slowing any time soon. He wasn't that man from that display, he couldn't be. But there was more to him than just HYDRA's asset, that much he was beginning to realize.
He had already assessed his injuries. Twisted ankle, cracked ribs, some minor cuts and bruises, and circuitry damage to his left arm. He could hear the whining of the gears as he moved his arm and flexed his fingers. There was something else that was bothering him about the metal arm, something that was on the very edge of his mind...a way they had of tracking him. Maybe something within the arm itself but he wanted it out. He wouldn't be able to figure out what all these images and people meant if they were tracking him. It was a dangerously independent thought, one that he hadn't thought himself capable of having, but it was there.
Still dressed in the jeans and now torn black leather jacket he had been wearing during his fight with Rogers, he held his left arm to his chest, trying not to damage it further. The sun glinted off the metal that shone through some of the tears in his sleeve. Limping slightly, he made his way closer to the tower, careful to avoid detection by any of the construction workers near the base, until he reached one of the entrances that was devoid of workers currently. Slipping inside, he made his way down a corridor that had the ceiling and walls exposed, revealing insulation, wiring, and the wooden slats that formed the basic structure and supported the ceiling. He paused, noticing the camera, and waited, his gaze calm though devoid of any emotion. He knew Stark would see him. Keeping his metal arm cradled to his chest, he remained still. "Govoryat , chto ty luchshiy . Vy mozhete eto ispravit'?" (They say you're the best, can you fix it?) he challenged Stark, knowing the man was there somewhere beyond the camera, listening to every word.
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HERO
Lesson one: Heroes. There's no such thing.
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Post by Anthony Stark on May 19, 2014 17:30:16 GMT -5
If I can't fix it, no one can.
Tony got the directions from J.A.R.V.I.S and made his way towards the entrance that the mystery man would be coming though. Tony stopped at one of his many security screens throughout the house. Lifting his hands and spreading them wide to the sides he expanded the screen to see the person better. The man was limping, holding what looked like a metal arm to his chest. The light glinted off of the metal as he approached the door to the building. "Open the door, do a full body scan." As the man walked into the tower there was a blue light that seemed to wash over him. From head to toe.
Sir he seems to be injured, cracked ribs, twisted ankle and there seems to be something wrong with the mechanics in his armature. Tony's blue hues where locked on the man as he limped though his hall way, he seemed to stop and stare at him. Tony's eyes narrowed as he spoke. He didnt understand it, "translate."
They say you're the best, can you fix it?
The older man stared down at the man on the screen. He had seen him somewhere, at some time. But it was hard to remember where. "Run facial recognition soft ware. Run it against news feeds and anything else we have." Tony said into the ear piece as he clapped his hands together before him as the screen shrunk back down. Tony left the screen and made his way down the stairs towards the ground level. Tony entered the hallway slowly, on his way down he had grabbed one hand of his suit. The wires where stuffed inside, is he needed to he could create a blast to ward off the other.
Lifting the suit covered hand he approached the other slowly. "English? Do you speak it?" Tony questioned as he looked the man over. Sir, it seems that he was fighting Captain America. It also seems that there is a tracker located within his arm. His name is James Barnes. The voice in his ear told him as he weight his options. This place was screwed up, he had no idea who this guy was. But he sort of recalled seeing him and Cap going at it at home as well, he had been watching the news with Pepper. "Why should I help you? Hmm? Do you understand me?"
Outfit: Here
Tag: Bucky
Song: Bad blood
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2014 5:29:58 GMT -5
The Soldier could take care of himself. He knew how to conduct field maintenance on himself and also how to tend to injuries, but one thing that he wasn’t as familiar with was the arm that had long ago replaced his left. It was most likely a way HYDRA had kept him relying on them, something he was starting to realize the longer he was away from them and the longer he was away from that chair. He knew they had places around the cities he would be sent to where there would be people and machinery available to fix his arm should he need it, to perform any upgrades necessary, or to program his next mission if they didn’t put him into cryofreeze. Here, in this version of New York City, he knew of some of the locations but given that he had no way of contacting anyone, he wasn’t sure what still existed. That, and right now he needed to lay as low as possible after what had happened at the exhibit. Coming to Stark Tower was probably not the smartest thing he could have done, but he was out of options and he needed the arm fixed. He needed to not be faulty.
Now he stood in plain view of the camera, waiting to see what would happen. Would Stark send men after him? Would something come out of the walls as a primary means of defense? The Soldier kept his body tense in preparation for what would come, for the unknown. If Stark sent men after him, he was confident he could still escape, even with his injuries. He had assessed all of the potential exit and entry points, as well as what strengths he still had that he could use to his advantage. The Soldier was faster than the average human and stronger as well. Even injured he was still formidable. When the blue light passed over him, he betrayed no outward reaction, but inwardly he was trying to determine if this was a threat or not. It didn’t seem to do him any harm but what its purpose was, the Soldier didn’t know. He remained still and could have been mistaken for a statue if not for the rise and fall of his chest and the somewhat labored breathing as a result of his cracked ribs.
When the doorway opened down the hall, the Soldier turned to face the man known as Tony Stark. He recognized him immediately. From where, he couldn’t place exactly, but it was probably something they had programmed into his mind. That happened with many faces of well-known individuals in the world, not just his targets, so that he would be more aware of his surroundings and all the advantages/disadvantages that he could put to use. He noted the metal hand that Stark wore and while he didn’t know the exact specifics of what it could do, the Soldier wasn’t about to do anything that would cause Stark to use it against him. He had no orders to kill Stark, Stark was not a mission, so the Soldier had no need to act violently towards him unless provoked. Stark spoke to him in English and while the Soldier preferred his native tongue, English was not unfamiliar to him.
”Yes, I speak English.” he said slowly, the words formed carefully as the unfamiliar and foreign language moved across his tongue. ”I just prefer Russian,” Other than the metal hand that Stark wore that was most likely part of the Iron Man suit, there were no other signs that Stark was a threat. That hand could cause a problem, but if need be, the Soldier still had the advantage over the older man. Older being relative since the Soldier didn’t know how old he truly was, only that he had been conducting missions for a very long time.
”This needs fixed. It was damaged. You are the best. That’s why I’m here. Can you fix it?” he asked, motioning to the metal arm that he still cradled against his chest. This hadn’t been his first choice. He would have gone somewhere else if he knew of another place, but here where universes were colliding and nothing was truly familiar, he had no orders…and without orders, he felt lost. ”There’s something in it. Something that needs to be taken out. I don’t want them finding me. They’ll take me back…they’ll take me back to the chair.” he said quietly, frowning slightly, speaking more to himself than to Stark. He didn’t want to do anything wrong because they would punish him with pain, but at the same time, how could he do something wrong if he had no orders to go against, to question?
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