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howlingplayground2025-06-19 07:02 pm
Guides and Sentinels
Bucky's hand tossed someone to the side. The fight's been long and he's tiring. He knows better than to stop though, knows better than to let it go. Snatching his gun out of the holster, he fires, barely looking at the target, but knowing that he hit what he was aiming at.
Growling he loughs through the next batch of whatever is in his way, and bashes his arm through a wall, yanking someone through it and throwing them away.
He's lost to the fight as he often is. Lost to the fight until his Guide pulls him back, lost to the fight until the bond is tight and draws him back into his humanity.
This time, it's not the words that had drawn this killing machine out of him, but instead, the attack on his Guide. He doesn't know if they're okay or not, but he'll make sure they're okay. No one attacked his Guide.
Bucky pushes forward, grabbing a garbage pan lid as a shield. Bullets ping off of it, until it's worthless but by then, he can ram his fist into the jaw of whoever is in front of him.
Hearing something behind him, he growls and turns, eyes blank and hair hanging in his face. (He needs a haircut.) Who is bothering him? Who dares try to stop him? He'll annihilate them.
Growling he loughs through the next batch of whatever is in his way, and bashes his arm through a wall, yanking someone through it and throwing them away.
He's lost to the fight as he often is. Lost to the fight until his Guide pulls him back, lost to the fight until the bond is tight and draws him back into his humanity.
This time, it's not the words that had drawn this killing machine out of him, but instead, the attack on his Guide. He doesn't know if they're okay or not, but he'll make sure they're okay. No one attacked his Guide.
Bucky pushes forward, grabbing a garbage pan lid as a shield. Bullets ping off of it, until it's worthless but by then, he can ram his fist into the jaw of whoever is in front of him.
Hearing something behind him, he growls and turns, eyes blank and hair hanging in his face. (He needs a haircut.) Who is bothering him? Who dares try to stop him? He'll annihilate them.

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Bucky needs to stop now. "Stop," he says simply, keeping his eyes on his face, on his eyes. He moves closer, the closer it is the easier it'll be to make sure he starts to calm down. He might have gotten hurt this time but he's not worried about it at all with his priorities putting Bucky first.
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Someone had hurt Eligos. He needs to -
But Eligos says 'stop'. He says it and Bucky can feel the compulsion to follow the order somewhere in the recesses of his mind. He raises his hand, brushing a bit of blood off Eligos's face. He rubs it between metal fingers and looks at Eligos.
Then, he finally blinks. He lets out a breath. "Are you alright?" He asks, slumping a little. He'd failed to keep his Guide, his friend safe.
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"I'm okay. I'm tough," Eligos says with a quick smile to assure him. "It's nothing to worry about."
Now that Bucky is calmed enough he starts to look him over for any serious injuries, reaching up to cup his cheek in his hand.
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"They drew blood," Bucky protests. It's why he'd lost it. He really hopes that he killed the bastard that had hurt his Guide. It's almost as bad as when... no, he isn't going to think about that shit right now. "We have to get you looked at."
No, he's not worried about himself.
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"Alright," He says, gently. "No need to get scowly about it."
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"You're so careless."
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"You shouldn't be arguing."