#Of course next question - what the fuck is organization 13 hiring teens for????
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Kingdom Hearts really said "There's only three people in every teen friend group:
• short spikey
• tall spikey
• girl"
And then made a whole franchise outta that huh
#KH#kingdom hearts#Has this been done#I'm sure it has#I was just too lazy to look it up#Yes I know Donald sora goofy trilogy doesn't fit this but that's because Donald and Goofy aren't teens#The real question is axel a teen#I think he's got to be. What's all that angst for#Of course next question - what the fuck is organization 13 hiring teens for????#It's too late to look closely at that I'm going to bed#Cass rambles
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Who: Grant Wilson ( @unwantedscn ), Bucky Barnes
Summary: Grant gets a job offer that isn’t what it seems, fears HIVE interference, and is offered help by an unlikely ally: The Winter Soldier.
Grant: He was told to go to dock 13 at 3am, that there would be work and good pay for it. And lord knew he could use that, with how tight police and NOVA presence was in the city it was hard at times to find work, people were scared to hire those in his profession. It was not a good time to be a barely known mercenary, though there were few times that it was good to be one of those.
He looked around, he was alone on the dock even though it was 10 minutes past 3am. He didn’t like that he was late but avoiding getting arrested was worth it. He had to wonder if his employer was dealing with similar. Why did he move to this shithole city agai-
His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden sharp pain in his neck, his hand instantly grabbed at it, there was a dart in his neck that he pulled out as he ducked behind some crates that were left on the dock. Shit, this was a trap, why the fuck was it a trap?! Who did he piss off recently? He honestly couldn’t think of anyone, come to think of it his whole head felt fuzzy and it was quickly becoming more and more difficult to keep his eyes open. Fuck, he wished he had his phone on him, then at least he could text someone where he was…. His eyes fluttered shut.
Bucky: Since Steve had joined the SCPD, it left most his days to be filled with...something. Whatever he could come up with. That particular day, it was just a walk. Just something to pass the time, feel the sun for a little while, and keep moving. That was the goal, anyway.
He saw the figure on the ground long before he was close enough to even try to recognize him. His first instinct should have been to help, but his mind always leapt somewhere darker before he could reign it in. So he approached slowly, brows knit together, and his left hand half curled into a fist.
“You alright?” He called out before he was close enough for any kind of physical contact to be made.
Grant: Grant groaned, that voice felt familiar from somewhere but he couldn't place it at the moment. Especially with how the clearer his head became the more it was starting to hurt, fuck some advil would be nice right now. He tried to wave his hand dismissively as if this was nothing, but it went straight to the ground proving how out of it he was. "Uhh, just have a weird fucking day!" that was true, this was the strangest he had had in a while. He pushed himself up off the ground and slumped against the wall of the building he was dumped next to.
It then processed who the guy standing about a yard away from him was, great somehow this day was about to get worse wasn't it? He looked him in the eyes for a moment, nervous was what he could get off the guy, ah great, like he also wasn't. "Shit my head hurts," he rubbed at his neck and could feel where he had pulled out the dart. "Ughh what the hell even was that?"
He looked down at himself for a moment, great they took his gear off of him and just left him in the pants and a random black t-shirt that wasn't his. That didn't have great implications.
Bucky: The kid from the apartment building. Bucky still didn’t know his name, but he recognized him. He’d let him walk that day, hoping nothing made him regret it, and it looked like he was about to be proved wrong.
“Nobody else out here but you,” Bucky pointed out, his gaze darting in the other directions just to make sure. He usually didn’t miss things. Not like that. “And I’m guessing you didn’t throw yourself on the ground.”
He finally stowed the paranoia still nudging at him and walked forward until he was standing just above the other man. Up close, he looked like absolute hell. The kind Bucky was familiar enough with to know you couldn’t exactly do it to yourself. He held his left hand down toward him, moving the metal fingers in offering, “Can you get up?”
Grant: Grant sighed, of course there was nobody around but him, lord knows how long ago he even got dumped here. "Figures." he nodded at that wise deduction. "No shit, i don't even know who the hell did. And before you assume i didn't get in a fight with anyone that did this to me," He was sure that he would be assuming that it had just been a fight that he had lost.
He half shrugged, "Ehh, give me a minute and i might be able to," his head was still killing him and the idea of trying to stand up at the moment made him want to laugh, cause no way that was happening this second. "Got any advil or anything on you by any chance? My head is killing me," and anytime he tried to remember what had happened to it and the rest of him the same word kept coming up. Fuck if he mentioned it he'd be coming off as the boy who cried wolf wouldn't he? He was just gonna play this by ear.
Bucky: “I wasn’t assuming anything,” Bucky said evenly, and after considering it for a beat longer, he crouched down next to him and slid his hand into his pocket. He tossed a packet toward him a second later - Tylenol. Not that it did much of anything for Bucky (or Steve, for that matter), but he had a habit of carrying around about half a first-aid kit on his person. He’d needed parts of it at a moment’s notice enough times to just keep things around.
Rather than ask more questions, Bucky stood back up and looked off in the direction he’d been heading. No tracks. Nothing on the ground.
Grant: "Just making sure my day doesn't get any worse," he was expecting no real sympathy from him, last time they had meet it hadn't been all that friendly. He half smiled as he caught the packet, it was at least something, besides it also meant his body was catching up with how awake he was with the reaction time he had. He dry swallowed the pills quickly hoping that they'd help that the edge off at least.
“Lord knows how long i've even been on the pavement here, they are probably long gone," his guess about how long it had been since he was dumped would be about an hour, plenty of time to get away but not enough time that exposure would offer any real risk. "Hey so your probably in the know about stuff, can you think of any groups that'd be randomly kidnapping mercs?" he'd love a lead to follow that wasn't HIVE, given how unlikely he felt that option was. His head probably was playing tricks on him.
Bucky: “There’s a handful of organizations that like finding useful people they can point at something.” The fact that they’d let him out somewhere and he hadn’t woken up cuffed to a table or stuck in a lab was a little encouraging, but not much. “ARGUS, SHIELD, HYDRA...” he trailed off and shook his head. “Ringing any bells?”
Grant: Grant shrugged, none of those sounded all too familiar, at least in the 'just got kidnapped then dumped on the street' sorta way, maybe more like being a member of the public and formerly spending a fair amount of time on the dark web. But one did still come to mind when he tried to think about it, HIVE. "None of those..... but everytime i've thought hard about what the hell just happened the word HIVE comes up, and this would fit one of their m.o's." not really the one he was used to, he had seen the friendly side of them when he was younger, they had taken him in after he ran away and they had made him a badass, but they also got him killed. So there were so mixed feelings there.
Bucky: “That’s the name you said to me before.” But Bucky hadn’t followed up on it like maybe he should have. He couldn’t chase every damn acronym people threw out. There were too many. “What do they do?” There were a dozen questions like that. What do they want? Why would they want you? So on.
Grant: Grant slowly nodded, yeah it was, just at the time he was trying to bullshit his way out getting gravely harmed. "Uh they kinda are your typical want world domination sorta types, they want control and also to get rid of heroes like Superman or the Teen Titans. So they recruit people, do general terrorism sorta stuff. Honestly i don't know a lot of the details, they recruited me to go fight the Teen Titans and i ended up dying on my first major mission. And hell that was years ago, i've got no idea what they're doing now."
Bucky: Answering one question only gave him so, so many more, and it was becoming abundantly clear that the side of the road was not the place for the conversation that needed to happen.
“You’re going to have to stand up,” he told him bluntly, abruptly cutting off what they’d been talking about. “If you can’t, I can carry you. Then you’re answering the rest of my questions with the truth this time.”
Grant: Grant nodded, "Yeah alright give me a moment, no need to get ready to firemen carry me." he struggled up to his feet, his body clearly preferred to be resting at the moment but he was no stranger to pushing it to do what he wanted to. "And of course i'll tell the truth, in this situation i'm not worrying about getting strangled or punched in the face by a metal fist."
Bucky: “The only reason it happened the last time is because you lied to my face.” And then didn’t have the decency to take the lie further than about twenty feet down the hall, even, like he’d expected him to be that stupid. He waited until he stood up before he set off walking in the direction he���d come from. “Tell me your name. You know who I am.”
Grant: "Look my head is still killing me and i'm trying to figure out why the hell i got kidnapped then dumped on the street, so could we save a chat about last time for later." That whole day had been an embarrassment, and if it weren't for how fucked up his head was feeling at the moment he'd say he was in more emotional pain from thinking about it than physical pain from everything else that had happened. "Grant Wilson, also once known as Ravager but my sister took the name."
Bucky: Bucky just looked over his shoulder at him. He was familiar with that particular brand of confusion and frustration, though he hadn’t been dumped anywhere. He’d just been kept. He didn’t say anything more for several long minutes, instead leaving Grant to his own thoughts, and didn’t stop walking until they’d reached a dingy looking building that had once housed some closed business. The lock was already busted - he’d noticed it when he passed by the first time - and judging by the layer of dust on the windows they’d be left alone in there.
He went inside, waited until Grant had done the same, and closed the door. Enough light filtered in through the dirty window for them to see well enough. “HIVE recruited you to fight for them. That’s what you said?” He picked the conversation back up without preamble.
Grant: Grant was glad for the couple minutes of silence, a chance to get his head on straight and let some of the fuzzy confusion fade. He glanced around as they reached the building, perhaps looking a little paranoid but considering what had happened it was no surprise he was on edge.
He nodded, "Yeah back when i was a teenager, i ran away from home and they ended up finding me and took me in. At first i didn't have to do a lot, i just hung around with some of the other people around my age that got involved. Then they offered to make me a badass and i took 'em up on it."
Bucky: “Make you a badass? What does that mean?” Bucky wished that his own situation was unique, not because he wanted to keep it to himself but because no one deserved to live even a quarter of it. HYDRA was not unique in its use of people, though - both the willing and unwilling.
Grant: Grant half sighed, "Well they gave me a cocktail of drugs telling me it'd make me more badass than Deathstroke, and i mean it did make me stronger, faster, i had better reflexes. But in a middle of a battle with the Teen Titans, which sidenote, i was totally winning. I had a heart attack and died." He shrugged, "So that wasn't great, no idea how i'm back either so don't bother asking."
Bucky: That name, Deathstroke, didn’t mean a damn thing to him. Bucky could barely keep up with the people who mattered to him and there was no room for a role call of the thousand other vigilantes and mercenaries around. Still, he listened to the rest of that short tale with an increasingly bothered expression. “How long ago was that? You coming back?”
Grant: He noticed the bothered expression but couldn't for the life of him figure out why The Winter Soldier would have that look. Grant paused to do some mental math, "About 8-ish years ago, i was dead for about 4 which sucks cause my younger brother is now older than me." And a lot of other reasons but the list was long and trying to think too hard about any of it made his head spin.
Bucky: “I’m familiar with the feeling. My little sister is in her nineties.” Rebecca had lived an entire life without him, and aside from those with unnatural lifespans, everyone he’d known before HYDRA was dead or close to it.
He folded his arms, leaning gingerly with his back against the wall. “You’ve been back for years and no one’s touched you? How many people knew?”
Grant: Grant was surprised to hear that he had a little sister, it was something hard to imagine. He supposed that of course he'd have family, everyone did, but it was still a mental image that didn't seem quite right. "My situation is no where near as bad thankfully, he's only got two years on me."
Grant paused, "Eh, i didn't tell anyone. In fact i've been spending my time avoiding anyone that would know me. I only ran into my brother a couple of months ago. But no one other than him knows, unless he mentioned it to someone and i doubt it, he understands why i'm trying to avoid people."
Bucky: “Once one person knows, it’s out. It doesn’t matter if he spoke to anyone. I only know who you are because you were sloppy. What makes you think someone else didn’t pick up the same trail?” For someone trying to stay dead and under the radar, Grant had a poor track record in Star City so far.
Bucky swept a hand back over his hair, trying to decide something for himself. How involved did he want to be? What, exactly, did he even think he could or couldn’t do for Grant? He knew nothing about HIVE, but that didn’t matter. When it came down to it, all of the organizations were the same. “If they came once, they’ll do it again.”
Grant: Grant sighed, he was hundred percent sure his brother would have told no one, not a fucking soul. But he so doubted that this man would understand that it seemed pointless to try. "I haven't seen or heard jack till last night, if word had gotten around in underground circles i'd probably have a healing injury from trying to fight my bastard dad."
Grant punched the wall, jesus fuck the guy had a point and he hated it. He turned his head to him, "And what would you suggest i do to avoid that? I'm hoping you've got an idea here since you brought it up."
Bucky: Bucky didn’t flinch when Grant’s hand connected with the wall, but he did silently grit his teeth. He knew that feeling - that frustration and anger, the knowledge that something had happened but what it actually was was just out of reach.
“You’re not going to be able to do it by yourself. I’ve tried. Somebody always catches up.” It helped only marginally that now Grant knew he had something to look out for, but constant, 24/7 vigilance wasn’t actually possible.
Grant: He frowned at him. His opinions of people who'd help him at the moment were limited to just his brother, and Joey was many things, but one of those things was not the person he'd turn to for this sort of problem. Because if he did turn to Joey for help he'd then have to also explain he was still taking jobs and still hurting people.
"So what i'm hearing is that I'm screwed." He lightly pounded his fist against the wall again, he was so mad. He wasn't even sure at who, obviously some of his anger was at the bastards that kidnapped him, but the rest of it pointed elsewhere. "I'll be real, i've got nobody to turn to, the only person i'm on remotely friendly terms with who'd have a chance at helping doesn't even know the full extent of what i've been up to lately."
Bucky: “Kinda looks like it, doesn’t it? Feels like your back’s against the wall.” Bucky folded his arms, toying idly with one of his sleeves. “You could run, but you don’t know who’s following you or how easily they’d go wherever you went. Can’t fight them because you don’t know who you’re fighting.” He said it in the time of someone who was about half a breath from adding Been there, Done that to the end of a sentence.
He kept his eyes on Grant. “It’s almost like you need help from somebody who’s already lived through that.” Was he offering? If he was, what the hell for? Not that he really needed to ask himself that. He was offering because nobody else would.
Grant: He turned to Bucky, misplaced anger in his eyes. "Yeah it fucking does." He listened as Bucky continued to speak. Frankly none of it was making him feel any better, it was just shooting down the first two ideas that came to his head. Why did the guy seem so... there wasn't really a word to describe what he seemed like in the moment. Even brief eye contact only brought a quick wash of solidarity, and that was not what it looked like on the outside. At least the brief confusion over that took him away from the anger that had held him a moment prior.
He raised an eyebrow, almost a doubting one. "Are you... Are you offering to help me?" That was something.... weirdly new, the closest to someone offering him help he had felt before was from H.I.V.E.
Bucky: “That depends. If I help you, it’s not going to be so you can walk away and keep taking contracts.” Maybe it sounded hypocritical, but Bucky hadn’t made the choice to do the things he’d done, and he definitely hadn’t lined up with his hand out to do more for a paycheck.
“No more killing. Not unless you have to.” Because he couldn’t pretend that he hadn’t had to, nor would he take any kind of stance saying there weren’t people in the world who deserved to be dead. There were. Always would be. “I get you out of this, you stop letting people point you at shit they want gone. Do we understand each other?”
Grant: He frowned at Bucky. There were only so many ways for a legally dead man to make his money, but damn if he did not need Bucky's help. He crossed his arms and looked at the ground as he took a moment to think over the pros and cons. And having decided that being free and alive enough to figure out a new way to make money was worth a career change he looked back up a Bucky.
“I think we do, this is a shit storm i don't think i'm getting out of by myself." He probably was going to end up on Joey's couch as he tried to figure out something out and that wasn't a risk he was all too happy about, but it looked like his best option. "Somewhat on that topic if you know anyone with non-murdery under the table work let me know, i've still got bills to pay."
Bucky: He pressed his lips together and went quiet again for a little while, thinking it over. “When this is over, I’ll help you figure something out.” If he’d been dead, legally dead, that was something that had to be rectified. Bucky wasn’t as good as Natasha at slipping into new identities and lives, but he knew how to make it happen.
With that out of of the way in a preliminary kind of sense, they needed to move on. Quickly. “Where are you staying? Because wherever it is, you can’t go back. Not for long. We’ll go get what you need.”
Grant: Grant looked him over then nodded, "Great, thanks." He had found it surprisingly common for people to preach something then have no backup for someone who relied on that thing they preached.
He half sighed. "Eh, a shitty apartment that's way too pricey." He then rattled off the address including the number on the door. "Even with not being able to do any more 'work' it's lucky i don't keep my gear there, that'd be a pain to grab."
Bucky: The last thing he was expecting was genuine appreciation or gratitude, so the general lack of it rolled off his shoulders. Grant had no reason to believe or trust him, aside from the fact that he had barely any other option. All Bucky knew was that he hadn’t been able to get out by himself. Not really. If it hadn’t been for Steve and all the people willing to help Steve...HYDRA would still be operational and he’d still be playing toy soldier. If he had a shot at repaying the universe for that and it took the form of the kid in front of him, that’s what he’d do.
“Where’s your gear?” He was already heading back toward the door of the place. They had a ways to walk before they got back to his truck.
Grant: He was still processing everything that was going on. 20 minutes ago he was on cold pavement wondering what the fuck was happening, and that was still a question on the forefront of his mind. Both due to the whole getting kidnapped and having something happen without having a clue about what it was. And the completely unexpected help, he was pretty used to having to handle shit by himself.
He rattled off the address of a storage unit place that didn't check what people put in it and had cheap rent that he could keep up so it wouldn't get auctioned off as he followed Bucky out of the building.
Bucky: For the time being, he had no more questions. There was nothing more to ask until they had something to work with, so Bucky headed toward Grant’s apartment just long enough to get whatever he needed.
Fortunately for the both of them, the one thing Bucky didn’t have to worry about was money. A cheap burner phone and a hotel room was well within the bounds of what he could do for Grant until they had a better sense of what was happening. A few hours after he’d found him, he had him set up with both and programmed his own number into the phone. “I’ll be around. If something happens or if you think of something you didn’t tell me, call.”
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