Tony didn't know exactly how long he laid there. He listened to the sound of gunfire in the distance and feet shuffling as he watched the night sky lighten up. There was distant shouting. Running. Occasionally, he would hear a nearby twig snap and estimate how far away someone was. Hold his breath, hope that they wouldn't come any closer.
And then it was quiet. The only thing he could ear was the sound of morning birds as they started to wake. He could feel the the early morning dew against his skin, dripping from the flowers surrounding him. It was just another morning and he still couldn't move a goddamn muscle.
Well, that wasn't entirely true. There was some movement in his hands and feet. He could move his fingers, twitch the muscles in his face. Breath at a pace he decided. Slowly, he was getting mobility back in his body. It was a slow process, but it was happening and he was at least thankful for that. While he waited, he closed his eyes and concentrated on his bond. While he had reached out before, he had never really done it intentionally. Any past experience had been by accident.
But now? Now he was going to try using this
He was nearby. Tony didn't know exactly how far or where he was, but he was alive and that was all that mattered. Now he could focus on getting his body to move. Slowly, he lifted one of his arms. It was heavy and exhausting, but he had to get out of here. Eventually each limb followed until he pushed himself to sit up. At that, he had to let out a groan of pain. His chest still hadn't healed and each movement was a painful reminder. Still, it didn't deter him. Not when he knew his bond was nearby.
The flowers were still covering him, and he pushed them off. Of course they were red. What were the odds of that happening? Sometimes it felt like his life was one goddamn trope after another.
Whatever, he had more important things to do.
He pushed himself up, and walked on unsteady legs. They didn't have time for clothes during their big escape, so he was still naked. Leave it to Hydra to strip him down to nothing. Hell, at least the Ten Rings gave him pants. But at least there was no one around to see him like this. And if they did, well, a naked guy in the woods would probably be the least surprising thing around since there happened to be a trail of fallen soldiers and bodies.
Tony wasn't sure whether or not to be proud of his bond or terrified.
Seeing so many dead was both a relief and a worry. If they were dead, then at least they weren't going to attack him and it probably meant that Bucky was alive. But the problem was that they were dead. It was just another reminder of what kind of weapon his soulmate was. A reminder of how deadly and dangerous he was if put under the right circumstances.
At least he could get some clothes off these guys. It wasn't like they needed it. He undressed one of the fallen agents and slipped on a pair of pants and a shirt along with some boots, noticing the Hydra logo embossed on them. He'd have to remember to change out of these as soon as he could. Jeez, for a secret Nazi Death Cult, this Hydra was the least subtle organization he'd ever seen.
He also grabbed a gun and began to shuffle his way through the forest. It was slow, and he had to make multiple stops to catch his breath. If he moved too much, or too soon, the stitches in his chest would rip. If he over exerted himself, he'd pass out from exhaustion. So he slowly followed the trail of bodies and blood along the trees.
A part of him already knew that some of this blood belonged to Bucky. He'd seen and felt him bleeding earlier. But the more he saw it along the way, the more he worried. He quickened his pace, ignored the pain in his chest, the burning in his limbs. He just followed the tail of death until it ended with a puddle of fresh blood.
Fresh blood and no soldier.
He looked around, kept his eyes to the horizon. Where would his bond go? He couldn't keep running forever, right? And then his foot hit something. Something soft. Something-
"Holy shit," Tony practically fell to his knees and brushed the leaves off the body. It was Bucky. He was passed out, and bleeding, and Tony had no idea what to do. Check if he was breathing, stop the blood, wake him up if he could?
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Date: 2016-10-07 06:31 am (UTC)And then it was quiet. The only thing he could ear was the sound of morning birds as they started to wake. He could feel the the early morning dew against his skin, dripping from the flowers surrounding him. It was just another morning and he still couldn't move a goddamn muscle.
Well, that wasn't entirely true. There was some movement in his hands and feet. He could move his fingers, twitch the muscles in his face. Breath at a pace he decided. Slowly, he was getting mobility back in his body. It was a slow process, but it was happening and he was at least thankful for that. While he waited, he closed his eyes and concentrated on his bond. While he had reached out before, he had never really done it intentionally. Any past experience had been by accident.
But now? Now he was going to try using this
He was nearby. Tony didn't know exactly how far or where he was, but he was alive and that was all that mattered. Now he could focus on getting his body to move. Slowly, he lifted one of his arms. It was heavy and exhausting, but he had to get out of here. Eventually each limb followed until he pushed himself to sit up. At that, he had to let out a groan of pain. His chest still hadn't healed and each movement was a painful reminder. Still, it didn't deter him. Not when he knew his bond was nearby.
The flowers were still covering him, and he pushed them off. Of course they were red. What were the odds of that happening? Sometimes it felt like his life was one goddamn trope after another.
Whatever, he had more important things to do.
He pushed himself up, and walked on unsteady legs. They didn't have time for clothes during their big escape, so he was still naked. Leave it to Hydra to strip him down to nothing. Hell, at least the Ten Rings gave him pants. But at least there was no one around to see him like this. And if they did, well, a naked guy in the woods would probably be the least surprising thing around since there happened to be a trail of fallen soldiers and bodies.
Tony wasn't sure whether or not to be proud of his bond or terrified.
Seeing so many dead was both a relief and a worry. If they were dead, then at least they weren't going to attack him and it probably meant that Bucky was alive. But the problem was that they were dead. It was just another reminder of what kind of weapon his soulmate was. A reminder of how deadly and dangerous he was if put under the right circumstances.
At least he could get some clothes off these guys. It wasn't like they needed it. He undressed one of the fallen agents and slipped on a pair of pants and a shirt along with some boots, noticing the Hydra logo embossed on them. He'd have to remember to change out of these as soon as he could. Jeez, for a secret Nazi Death Cult, this Hydra was the least subtle organization he'd ever seen.
He also grabbed a gun and began to shuffle his way through the forest. It was slow, and he had to make multiple stops to catch his breath. If he moved too much, or too soon, the stitches in his chest would rip. If he over exerted himself, he'd pass out from exhaustion. So he slowly followed the trail of bodies and blood along the trees.
A part of him already knew that some of this blood belonged to Bucky. He'd seen and felt him bleeding earlier. But the more he saw it along the way, the more he worried. He quickened his pace, ignored the pain in his chest, the burning in his limbs. He just followed the tail of death until it ended with a puddle of fresh blood.
Fresh blood and no soldier.
He looked around, kept his eyes to the horizon. Where would his bond go? He couldn't keep running forever, right? And then his foot hit something. Something soft. Something-
"Holy shit," Tony practically fell to his knees and brushed the leaves off the body. It was Bucky. He was passed out, and bleeding, and Tony had no idea what to do. Check if he was breathing, stop the blood, wake him up if he could?
"Come on, wake up!" Please be alive.