As he watched, the entrance remained quiet. There was no sign of activity from without, which meant that everyone was locks snug and tight on the inside and had no reason to leave just yet. This was secluded enough where the activity to and from had to be kept specifically low or it would attract unwanted attention. There were satellite bases all over the country and not all of them were logged online for tracking. Some were word of mouth, so small it wasn't worth the ink they'd be written in. This was one of those, an off-the-grid place that would be limited in resources but still a bomb shelter in its own right. It was unclear how many agents or how big it was given the sprawling fields of flowers.
Time ticked by, and while his apprehension grew, he kept himself in check. Any rash decisions on his part could mean injury or death for Tony, both of which would stop him in his tracks. He checked his ammunition and weapon supplies and began to creep closer to the only entrance he had found. Only one way in and one way out.
Between one blink and the next, he felt a shift internally, a rising flood of worry in his guts. He had never experienced it before, but he instinctively knew what it was. His bond, Tony, was being injured and was in danger. There was something sluggish about the response as well, and that alarmed him more than the pain itself.
His chest felt tight and then it burned, and he immediately picked his way to the last meters to the entrance. He forced the door as quietly and quickly as he could, stepping through and ignoring the ladder to simply hop down and crush the unfortunate guard turning to look up at him. He shot the partner nearby.
Then all hell broke loose as his arrival was announced. He wore earplugs not to dim the sound but to ignore any words shouted at him. HYDRA would not control him. He ducked, dodged and slipped along the halls, avoiding what bullets he could, taking at least two and feeling the sting of tranquilizers.
He routed out the HYDRA forces, killing as many as he could as he began a systematic search for his bond. The pain was only increasing, making it difficult to breathe, and that was paired with the tranquilizers too. He fought and struggled through the combat, pummeling those without weapons and conserving his bullets.
He finally shouldered through a steel enforced door, stumbling in on a team working to remove his bond's arc reactor. He shot the man with the scalpel in the head. No questions asked. No mercy given. The others fled the room, aware of how outmatched they were.
He moved over to Stark and looked down at his bond. "Never do that to me again," he hissed and began to tear at the straps holding Tony down.
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Date: 2016-10-03 04:48 am (UTC)Time ticked by, and while his apprehension grew, he kept himself in check. Any rash decisions on his part could mean injury or death for Tony, both of which would stop him in his tracks. He checked his ammunition and weapon supplies and began to creep closer to the only entrance he had found. Only one way in and one way out.
Between one blink and the next, he felt a shift internally, a rising flood of worry in his guts. He had never experienced it before, but he instinctively knew what it was. His bond, Tony, was being injured and was in danger. There was something sluggish about the response as well, and that alarmed him more than the pain itself.
His chest felt tight and then it burned, and he immediately picked his way to the last meters to the entrance. He forced the door as quietly and quickly as he could, stepping through and ignoring the ladder to simply hop down and crush the unfortunate guard turning to look up at him. He shot the partner nearby.
Then all hell broke loose as his arrival was announced. He wore earplugs not to dim the sound but to ignore any words shouted at him. HYDRA would not control him. He ducked, dodged and slipped along the halls, avoiding what bullets he could, taking at least two and feeling the sting of tranquilizers.
He routed out the HYDRA forces, killing as many as he could as he began a systematic search for his bond. The pain was only increasing, making it difficult to breathe, and that was paired with the tranquilizers too. He fought and struggled through the combat, pummeling those without weapons and conserving his bullets.
He finally shouldered through a steel enforced door, stumbling in on a team working to remove his bond's arc reactor. He shot the man with the scalpel in the head. No questions asked. No mercy given. The others fled the room, aware of how outmatched they were.
He moved over to Stark and looked down at his bond. "Never do that to me again," he hissed and began to tear at the straps holding Tony down.