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lucetilogs2013-03-29 09:53 pm
theboywiththebook) wrote in lucetilogs2013-03-29 09:53 pm
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The Good Die Young
Who: Henry Mills, Steve Rogers, James Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Kid Loki, others maybe.
What: When a child dies, something withers
When: March 28th, Late Afternoon
Where: The Terrace
Summary: Henry Became Heroic
Rating: 14+ there's child death going on so yeah
The gun shots, the blood, the death. Henry's known death and known murder, but he's never actually seen the act preformed. He watched cultist after cultist cutting people down in the streets. Watching a river of blood flow throughout as innocent people died. He was told to hang back. Stay with the healers. Be protected so his friends could do the fighting. He couldn't though. In his mind it wasn't right to just sit behind while the people he loved threw their lives on the line to protect everyone.
Even if people argued with him, told him to remain behind because he was just ten, he still ran out. He went into the battlefield following behind the other superheroes that he befriended, he made sure to keep back as far he could. Hiding when he could, making sure they didn't notice him. Henry knew for a fact the moment they spotted him they would try and take him back. But, they needed someone to watch their back.
The dust and rubble cloud his view, he squints into through the clouds of dirt, clutching his bow in hand. Where were they? Were they okay? That's all that's going on in his mind right now.
What: When a child dies, something withers
When: March 28th, Late Afternoon
Where: The Terrace
Summary: Henry Became Heroic
Rating: 14+ there's child death going on so yeah
The gun shots, the blood, the death. Henry's known death and known murder, but he's never actually seen the act preformed. He watched cultist after cultist cutting people down in the streets. Watching a river of blood flow throughout as innocent people died. He was told to hang back. Stay with the healers. Be protected so his friends could do the fighting. He couldn't though. In his mind it wasn't right to just sit behind while the people he loved threw their lives on the line to protect everyone.
Even if people argued with him, told him to remain behind because he was just ten, he still ran out. He went into the battlefield following behind the other superheroes that he befriended, he made sure to keep back as far he could. Hiding when he could, making sure they didn't notice him. Henry knew for a fact the moment they spotted him they would try and take him back. But, they needed someone to watch their back.
The dust and rubble cloud his view, he squints into through the clouds of dirt, clutching his bow in hand. Where were they? Were they okay? That's all that's going on in his mind right now.
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The battle keeps him so focused, he doesn't think about how close they're moving to the edge as they try to skirt around to a better vantage point. He notices someone small as they move from one piece of cover to the next, and his pistol is raised before he realizes who it is.
Bucky swears under his breath, raises his pistol a little higher, and shoots an approaching cultist in the wing.
The second he gets his hands on that kid he's going to drag him back to the medics by the ear if he has to, Jesus Christ. Henry can't be here.
"Steve!" Bucky shouts over the din of the battle. There's a rush of air as a cultist passes overhead and keeps flying, but not without dropping something that lands at Bucky's feet. It's not exactly the right shape, and it glows faintly, but Bucky immediately thinks grenade and shit. If he kicks it one way or the other, it might catch Steve or Henry, so he dodges back--
The thing goes off like a sonic boom, throwing him further back than he intended. His vision swims, his ears ringing, and he's distinctly aware of his feet dangling in the air, over nothing. He scrambles desperately for purchase, nails digging into unyielding concrete so hard he might lose a few, but he doesn't care. He doesn't notice anything beyond the desperate terror of no no no not again.
sorry this is so late!
They're on the ground, rolling around in a blur of hits and kicks when Steve hears Bucky call to him over the noise surrounding them. Distracted for a split moment, the cultist manages to roll them over and punch Steve in the jaw. He feels a trickle of blood slide down his chin that's tells him it's a good hit. But he doesn't feel any pain. Instead he manages to get a knee up and rams in into the cultist's sternum.
He makes it to his feet just in time to see the sonic boom go off. He's blow back a couple of steps but manages to see remain standing. He blinks rapidly to clear his vision and sees a figure go over the edge. His stomach drops as he dashes forward and looks over the edge. "Bucky!"
Steve instantly drops to his knees and leans over the edge, reaching for Bucky's hand. "Hand on!"
it's fine
What he see's is Bucky dangling over the side of the building as Steve reaches out for him. "Bucky!" The boy yells out to him, watching horrified as his friend is on the brink of life and death. He was going to fall but, Steve was there. He'd save Bucky, of course he would.
But, who would save Steve? Because as he watches the sight, his eyes turns to the cultist that Steve just knocked out. They were getting up and pulling out a knife as he slowly approached the prone Steve. That cultist would kill Steve! Henry couldn't let that happen. He wouldn't.
He pulls out his bow and grabs an arrow from his quiver. Pulling back the string as he grips the arrow he takes aim at the cultist. He's been practicing enough for non lethal shots. Question was could he make that shot? There was almost no time left to think about it as the cultist was now standing over Steve.
He lets go of the arrow. The shot flies straight and true towards the cultist and snags them in the shoulder. They let out a howl of pain as they go flying back onto the ground. The rest was up to Steve now.
Re: it's fine
The relief, however, is short-lived. He hears Henry's voice, and realizes the cultists Steve had been fighting are still moving. Steve can't turn and fight, and Bucky has lost his sidearm somewhere in the chaos - he's not expecting the arrow that takes the Cultist down, but he knows where it came from. "Nice shot kid!"
As soon as Steve has him back on the edge, he realizes where his sidearm has gotten to. It's in the Cultist's hand, aimed at Henry. He doesn't think. They both move, one after the cultist and the other after Henry.
"Get down!"
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All he has to rely on now is his speed. His attention focuses completely on the cultist and Bucky's gun in their hand. He can hear Bucky's foot falls as he runs towards Henry, but he doesn't risk glancing over at them.
When he's finally only a few feet away, Steve can see the cultist's face set in a grim determination. He knows what's coming even as he forces himself to run faster. The shot it fired and a scream tears out of Steve's throat as he barrels into the cultist and tackles him to the ground. Too late. The words repeat themselves over and over in his mind even as he punches the cultist and knocks the gun to the side.
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A bullet fired. A rush of senses. Everything at once. All of it seems to play in slow motion. It's a blur but it's not. Henry can't really describe it. Steve takes off in one direction and Bucky towards Henry. Henry can only watch dumbstruck as he only catches a glimpse of the cultist he shot with an arrow, raising a hand.
What was that gleaming in the light? They were pointing towards him, the frantic screaming seemed to bleed out for Henry. What was that cultist doing?
Henry couldn't gather his thoughts quickly enough as to what's going on. He had seized up the moment the cultist raised a hand to him. As to why? He was not sure. But he didn't have long to worry.
When things began to catch up, it was too late. His body goes limp as he's flung backwards like a rag doll in the wind. His body displayed spread eagle as he hits the ground a few feet from where he stood. It pierced his heart making everything happen in an instant.
There was no reaction from Henry, no twitch, no nothing. Just motionlessness. Life left him that very moment, and no kiss of true love would awaken him from an uncursed death.
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He drops to his knees beside the boy's body, his hand going to the wound first. He knows before he touches Henry that he's gone. He's seen a lot of quick, violent death, and that bullet tore right through the poor kid, left a hole in him that Bucky can feel under his hand (because he's applying pressure automatically like that means anything at all, before he makes himself stop.) Henry was dead before he hit the ground.
Bucky reaches over with the hand that's still clean and closes Henry's eyes.
He's almost grateful for the chaos around them - it means they don't have time to linger here, even if it's only the one Cultist left to deal with now. It means they just have to keep moving.
He glances at Steve, shakes his head once.
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Henry is going to be okay. The gun went off but Bucky was able to get to him in time. He's going to look up and the both of them will be standing there and everything will be okay.
He shuts his eyes and focuses on regulating his breathing before he finally climbs slowly to his feet. Everything is fine. Slowly he becomes more aware of his surroundings and he can hear Bucky's voice calling out.
Everything is fine. Until it's not.
His eyes are drawn immediately to Henry's body, laying there looking so small. He would look like he's just sleeping if it wasn't for the wound in his chest where the blood is only just starting to dry up. He catches movement in the corner of his eye and turns to see Bucky shaking his head.
His knees don't give out and he doesn't begin to cry. He just stands there, completely blank. Unmoving.
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He leans down and gathers Henry's body into his arms carefully, like he's sleeping, like the stillness of death doesn't weigh him down in a way that makes it hard to breathe.
"Steve!" Bucky shouts his name sharply, hoping it'll snap him out of it. "Get your shield! We're taking him back to T7."
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No longer able to look at him, Steve turns away and hunts down his fallen shield. Only when he's secured it back on his arm does he look back in Bucky's direction. He tries to keep his eyes focused on his friend's face, ignoring how close he'd almost come to losing him again.
Footsteps sound in the distance, coming in the opposite direction. He signals Bucky to go on first. He can't very well help Steve fight while carrying Henry. "I'll be your back-up. Go!"
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He's not much use fighting while he's carrying Henry, but Steve covers them, and between the two of them and whatever help they receive on the way, they get back to safe territory in one piece. The healers find someplace they can put Henry down and spare a blanket to tuck around his body, which will eventually need to be buried or burnt.
Buried or burnt. He ruffled Henry's hair just the other day. Bucky feels numb from the inside out.
He makes himself look at Steve. "You should get looked over while we're here."
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He blinks slowly when Bucky speaks, coming back to himself. When his comment finally registers Steve shakes his head. "I'm fine. You should have them take a look at you. That was a nasty fall." And could have been even worse.