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       #Post#: 1861--------------------------------------------------
       Even if it Hurts
       By: MagicNightStar Date: November 9, 2013, 8:40 am
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       [center]"He leans in, here's the pitch, swung on, it's a line
       drive. It gets past Grissom. Rizzo will score, Reiser heads to
       third. Durocher is going to wave him in. They look to relay but
       they hold steady. Pete Reiser with an inside the park..."
       "Good morning... or should I say afternoon?"
       "Where am I?"
       "You're in a recovery room in New York City."
       "Where am I really?"
       [hr]
       "You've been asleep, Cap. For almost seventy years. You gonna be
       okay?"
       "Yeah. Yeah, just... I had a date."
       [hr]
       "Where is she? I mean... are any of them... still here?"
       "I'm sorry, Cap. She was the last one here. She passed away
       about a year ago. Age ninety-three."
       "So I have no one..."
       "No, Cap, you've got us, the Avengers Initiative."
       "You're telling me that I've lost everything. Every little thing
       that I used to know or love is gone, and you want me to just hop
       right on aboard with this superhero group thing? Stop trying to
       force me into this new life, Fury, I don't want any part of it.
       I want to go home."
       "This is your home now, Cap, and you're going to join us one way
       or another. The world needs you, even now."
       "Well it looks like to me they've been doing much better without
       me."[/center]
       [hr]
       [center]◄[size=15pt]◄[size=18pt]◄ S T E V E
       ►►[size=12pt]►[/center]
       [center][size=10pt]It's dark, and Steve's hands are warm and
       wet, clothes soaked. He sits in the corner, shivering from
       something more than just the cold. In front of him, there's
       bodies, people he doesn't even remember ever seeing before. He's
       scared and alone and covered in blood. It's more familiar to him
       than possibly anything he has ever know... the blood, the death,
       the murder. He can't help it, though... it just happens, comes
       out of no where. He wishes it would stop, but everything around
       him just reminds him of how alone he is, and how alone he has
       always been and always will be. It's so dark...
       Steve brings his knees up to his chest, staring in front of him
       where he knows the body of a once loving mother lies, next to
       her, her little girl who looked no younger than seven, and next
       to her, a father. It was all a blur. A few hours ago he had been
       fine, but then he snapped, and then bodies followed in his wake,
       lying behind him in bloody heaps as he moved on to the next
       place. It scares him. He wants it to go away, but he can't stop,
       no matter how hard he tries. He's just too lost to help himself,
       and the lights... the light, he wants them on, but he has to
       hide. He always has to hide. All he even does is hide... but
       they'll be here soon, they always come. Those men in their silly
       little costumes, and that woman with the guns... he doesn't like
       guns.
       "I'm sorry," Steve whispers to the bodies in front of him,
       holding his legs against his chest, blood soaking through his
       jeans from his hands. He reaches down to grab his knife, hand
       shaking as he holds it, doing everything he can to keep himself
       from slicing at his own hands as self-punishment. They need to
       hurry up, hurry up and get this over with. He knows they'll find
       him, Fury said he'll always find him in the end, and he does. He
       doesn't know why things always turn out this way, be he has to
       wonder, when will it end?[/center]
       #Post#: 1862--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Even if it Hurts
       By: TinyGoliath Date: November 9, 2013, 9:53 am
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       [center][size=18pt]►►[size=12pt]► [size=15pt]T
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       [center][b]"He's in our sights, Stark. Target is stationary but
       unstable."
       "Roger that," Tony says, grim-faced, trying not to think of the
       irony of it. "I'm going in with Widow. Do we have permission to
       take him out, if necessary?"
       "Only if absolutely necessary. Fury wants him alive."
       "Tell him that I do so love when he makes such vague decisions.
       It makes it so much easier on me."
       "Tony, this guy has killed eight people, and that's just today.
       Do not joke around. I'm willing to bet he could tear you out of
       his armor if you gave him a reason."
       "Which is why I'm bringing backup. Who do you know that can beat
       Natasha in combat?"
       "Captain America could've saved the world single-handedly. Steve
       Rogers could ruin it just the same."
       "Annnd on that note, ladies and gentlemen, we have reached our
       destination. Hill, I'll keep you posted. Going in."
       He drops Natasha by the back of the house, to come in just in
       case, and coasts to the front door. According to the heat
       sensors, Rogers is hiding, but he's not hiding very well. He
       looks more like he's cowering, honestly. He's... weird. Whenever
       Tony and he have fought before, he seemed so desperate to
       escape, he'd seemed horrified at what he did, but Tony doesn't
       understand, then, that if Steve didn't like killing, why he
       keeps doing it.
       He's not quiet as he enters. Rogers probably knows he's here
       already, and Tony doesn't want to startle him, so he lets his
       boots clang on the ground, lets the suit make what noise it
       wants so that Rogers know he's coming. Still, he keeps his palms
       up while he assesses the damage to the house (and the amount of
       bloodshed). Tony finds him almost immediately, curled up against
       the wall in the living room. There are three people in front of
       him (dead, of course, they're never anything but dead), and
       he's... soaked, blood in his clothes and his hair and his beard,
       knife still in hand, looking for all the world like a child
       afraid of the dark.
       "Don't move," Tony says, and Iron Man repeats the words. "Let go
       of the knife, Rogers. We don't have to make this any harder."
       Maybe this time, Tony thinks. Any time else, they've always been
       in the thick of it, but this the first time that they've had
       Steve Rogers actually sitting still, and it might be the only
       chance they'll actually get to bring him in. [/center]
       #Post#: 1863--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Even if it Hurts
       By: MagicNightStar Date: November 9, 2013, 10:26 am
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       [center]◄[size=15pt]◄[size=18pt]◄ S T E V E
       ►►[size=12pt]►[/center]
       [center][size=10pt]Steve sits against the wall for god knows how
       long, shield on his back, knife still in his hands. By this
       time, he wants the heroes to show up, because it's dark, and
       that one, that... Iron Man... he can get rid of the dark with
       that thing in his chest and his suit. Plus he can't stop staring
       at where he knows the woman's body is at, staring at him with
       her cold, dead, blue eyes that were like ice. Ice... It's so
       cold here. He wants to leave, needs to leave, but he can't seem
       to move, and he doesn't want the police to catch him, even if
       they never will.
       Then, suddenly, Steve hears the door open and heavy metal
       footsteps following after it. He clings to the knife in his
       hands, body still shaking. He knows it's Iron Man, he's familiar
       with the sounds his suit makes. He reaches behind him, just to
       reassure himself that he still has his shield for protection.
       It's there, and then a little bit of light fills the room from
       the circle in Iron Man's chest, allowing Steve to see him and a
       little of what's in front of him... and, of course, the bodies
       on the floor. Iron Man starts to speak, telling him not to move,
       to let go of the knife, and things don't have to get any harder.
       He laughs darkly at that, the laugh sounding strange and
       terrible in his ears.
       "It's always got to get harder, Iron Man. Things don't get any
       easier for me," he says, voice low and almost a growl. Carefully
       and gradually, he starts to stand, disobeying Iron Man's orders
       to not move and to drop his knife. Hes got to get out of here
       and fast before more people get hurt, but he knows it's going to
       be hard to get around Iron Man like this without inflicting some
       sort of damage. He wants to ask Iron Man to just let him go, to
       not get anymore involved with him, but he knows Fury's order and
       intentions, knows that Fury wants him for his little collection.
       Well, he's tired of being a collector's item.
       Once he's up, not even blinking to keep his eyes on Iron Man, he
       debates about taking a step forward, but then eyes Tony's
       repulsors, familiar with how they feel when they are used
       against someone. "I'm guessing you have the place surrounded?"
       he asks Iron Man, stalling more than anything as he tries to
       think of a quick way out of this. "Have Fury's little slaves
       with you?" he goes on, slowly and nonchalantly reaching back
       behind him for his shield, watching Iron Man. [/center]
       #Post#: 1864--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Even if it Hurts
       By: TinyGoliath Date: November 9, 2013, 10:45 am
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       [center][size=18pt]►►[size=12pt]► [size=15pt]T
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       [center]Rogers laughs, cold and dark, and starts getting up as
       he speaks, telling Tony that things don't get any easier. He
       moves like a predator, like he's a second away from pouncing
       with every move, so different from the scared, scarred creature
       against the wall that he'd been just a moment ago. He's still
       wary, eying the light in Tony's hands that is much more sinister
       than it looks, but he knows that he's still got a chance o
       getting out of this. Tony braces himself. This isn't going to
       end easily.
       [b]"Nat," Tony says into the comm, as Steve starts asking
       whether or not the place is surrounded with Fury's "slaves."
       "Get in here. This isn't gonna end pretty." He gets Natasha's
       confirmation a second later, while Steve's reaching behind him,
       and, well, Tony had been on the wrong side of Rogers' shield too
       many times not to know that it's probably the guy's best weapon.
       "You have three seconds," Tony warns, taking a step forward,
       choosing not to address Rogers' questions. "Drop the knife, and
       put your hands behind your head. I don't want to have to kill
       anybody. And I don't think you want to, either." He just needs
       Natasha in here, quick. He can beat Steve in power but not in
       speed, and he needs someone to have his back when this turns
       sour.[/center]
       #Post#: 1865--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Even if it Hurts
       By: MagicNightStar Date: November 9, 2013, 11:05 am
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       [center]◄[size=15pt]◄[size=18pt]◄ S T E V E
       ►►[size=12pt]►[/center]
       [center][size=10pt]Steve blinks when Iron Man calls for "Nat",
       which he knows is the woman with the guns, telling her to come
       inside, and Steve glances at the doorway that leads into a
       different room where he knew another door must be located. He
       knew things weren't going to get any easier no matter what he
       does, but then Tony gives him three seconds. Three seconds to
       surrender, and that's one thing Steve had vowed to never do when
       it comes to Fury's puppets. However, Iron Man mentions that he
       doesn't want to kill anyone... and that he's pretty sure Steve
       doesn't either, and, well, he doesn't. He doesn't want anymore
       blood on his hands. Then again, he's still not surrendering, so
       someone is going to have to get hurt, and he doesn't want it to
       be him.
       Panicking but staying focused, he pulls his shield off his back
       and collides it with Iron Man's helmet in one smooth movement,
       making a dent in it, trying to push him back. He succeeds,
       managing to make him stumble back a little. He thinks he's in
       the clear, body moving faster than his mind, ready to make a run
       for it before Iron Man fights back, firing a repulsor and
       hitting him in the side. He cries out, gripping his side, but
       not letting himself fall to his knees or do anything that would
       give Iron Man the upper hand. Sadly, he takes to long thinking
       about his next move, and Iron Man grabs him, pulling him close,
       making Steve's heart race like it's ready to burst. Quickly, he
       takes his knife, the only weapon ready good enough for such
       close contact, and drives it right into the suit's shoulder
       blade, and no doubt, in Iron Man's shoulder blade as well before
       jerking the knife down, slicing through the suit. He needs to
       get rid of the weapon and expose the man so he can have the
       higher advantage. [/center]
       #Post#: 1866--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Even if it Hurts
       By: TinyGoliath Date: November 9, 2013, 11:31 am
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       [center][size=18pt]►►[size=12pt]► [size=15pt]T
       O N Y ◄◄[size=18pt]◄[/center]
       [center]Tony feels the knife more than sees it, a white hot,
       blazing pain that courses through him like a wild-fire. It rips
       through a joint in the suit's shoulder, digs into flesh and
       drags down, slicing through both skin and metal. Tony nearly
       drops to his knees, stars bursting behind his eyes, but he
       fights through it (he has to), taking Rogers by the shoulder and
       firing up his boots, ramming him against the wall, cracking
       plaster. For a normal man, it would be enough to stun him for
       the second that Tony needs, but all it does to Rogers is make
       him drop the knife. And then he does something Tony didn't
       expect, couldn't have foreseen -- he starts ripping, with his
       bare hands, digging in with the slot he's made with the knife
       and pulling the armor apart, bending metal and snapping circuits
       and screws and nuts and bolts and Tony is very much on his way
       to terrified.
       [b]"Right repulsor offline, sir," JARVIS says, at the exact
       moment Tony hears Natasha yelling his name. There's the bang of
       a gun, and then part of the wall is missing right next to
       Rogers' head and his hands are everywhere at once, tearing apart
       the armor, one arm gone, a gauntlet, a shoulder, the faceplate,
       and Tony drops him, pushes him down toward the ground, hard, and
       careens away, while Natasha aims again, and this time, she
       doesn't miss, hitting him in the shoulder. Tony drops a yard or
       so away from Steve and tries to assess his own damage, but
       without the HUD it's a lot more difficult.
       "We need more backup, now," Tony growls into the comm, not even
       sure if it's still working, but they need everything they can
       get right now. His shoulder is bleeding, and bleeding badly, he
       can tell, he's got scratch marks down his arm and his heart is
       hammering in chest and Tony wonders if they're way in over their
       head with this guy.[/center]
       #Post#: 1867--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Even if it Hurts
       By: MagicNightStar Date: November 9, 2013, 12:29 pm
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       [center]◄[size=15pt]◄[size=18pt]◄ S T E V E
       ►►[size=12pt]►[/center]
       [center][size=10pt]Steve's panicking. There's hands on him,
       bullets flying, and he's ripping, just ripping desperately,
       trying everything he can to get Iron Man away and vulnerable. He
       hates being attacked, and he's scared beyond belief, and praying
       to whatever god he believes in now to help him out of this
       alive. He rips off Iron Man's faceplate, and practically dies
       right there.
       Howard... Iron Man is Howard. He looks a little different, but
       he's Howard, and, and Fury told him that they were all dead,
       but... but there he is. This whole time, he has been fighting
       Howard Stark. Why was Howard hurting him, though? Weren't they
       friends? Why didn't Fury tell him that Howard was one of his
       puppets? Fury must have... brainwashed him or something, because
       Howard would never scare him like this or attack him. Finally,
       after all this time, he has one piece of his past to actually
       physically hold on to and--
       Howard suddenly shoves him down to the ground with much force,
       and he hears a gunshot, feeling the bullet penetrating the skin
       on his shoulder. He lets out a terrible yell even though the
       bullet doesn't hurt nearly as much as it would a normal man, and
       grasps his shoulder, scared beyond belief. He's bleeding... and
       he's hurt... He knows it'll heal within an hour or so, but he--
       he's so frightened and Howard... why is he letting this happen?
       Why is he calling in more people to hurt him? This can't be
       right, he needs to get out of here, and now Howard has to come
       with him. He needs answers... now.
       Swiftly, he grabs at Howard's feet, holding onto them so tight,
       they're denting as he rips some more of the armor, doing the
       same to his other foot, making it to where he couldn't fly away.
       As he does this, he keeps chanting the words, "Please don't
       shoot me again..." over and over, eyes filled with horror as he
       continues ripping. Of course, Howard fights back, as always, and
       repulsors at his head. However, Steve dodges it, keeping
       hyper-aware of everything that's going on around him before
       reaching up quickly and snatching Howard's hand, ripping away
       the last part of the armor that could be used as a weapon... his
       repulsor. Now Howard was much, much more vulnerable.
       Steve rams forward, almost knocking Howard down, and grabs his
       knife, needing something to make his threat more serious as he
       tries to escape with Howard. He moves as fast as one could,
       leaping to his feet, grabbing Howard's arm, and bringing him
       around close, holding him in a choke hold and holding the knife
       up to his throat, facing towards "Nat." "Drop your weapon, call
       off your friends, and let me go, or I will kill him," Steve
       says, his voice laced with venom, eyes reflecting panic as he
       hold the knife closer to Howard's throat. [/center]
       #Post#: 1868--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Even if it Hurts
       By: TinyGoliath Date: November 9, 2013, 1:05 pm
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       [center][size=18pt]►►[size=12pt]► [size=15pt]T
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       [center]Natasha is trying to shoot Rogers again, Tony can tell,
       but she can't without getting closer, a lot closer, the angle is
       off and Tony's in the way and he can't do anything but struggle,
       trying to shoot at Rogers' head, really just trying to get him
       away now, because he's tearing off too much too fast, but he's
       too fast, too strong, too desperate to stop, even when Tony
       starts firing at his head. He just reaches up, grabs Tony's
       glove and rips that off too, making him practically defenseless.
       He can fly, he can't shoot, he's dizzy and disoriented and he
       doesn't know what to do.
       He's rammed backwards so hard he almost falls flat on his back,
       but before he knows it he's being tugged around around, held up
       against Rogers in a choke hold with a knife to his throat.
       Tony's hands fly up, scrabbling at Rogers' arm, the gloves of
       the under-suit practically torn to pieces from the ferocity with
       which Rogers was ripping his armor away. It all sits,
       irreparable and unresponsive, on the ground, as still as the
       bodies still in the room.
       Nat's still got her gun aimed at Rogers, but she looks more and
       more unsure as Steve orders her to drop her weapon, call off
       backup, let him go. Tony stills, his eyes widening a little,
       because he really, really does not like people bargaining his
       life away without him having a say in it. Nat stares, and
       considers, and Tony tries to convey how he feels without moving,
       or saying anything, because he doesn't know what Rogers would do
       if he tried.
       Slowly, Natasha raises a hand to her ear and talks into the
       calm. [b]"Stand down," she says, staring daggers at Steve, but
       her voice is calm and smooth. "Stark's been compromised. I'm
       retreating." She lowers her hand and her gun, looking bitter,
       and Tony tries not to breathe, tries not to do anything to set
       Rogers off, just hopes it will be enough to get him to take the
       knife away from his neck. "If you hurt him," Natasha says, and
       now her voice is low and threatening. "When we get him back, if
       I find out you've done anything to him--"
       "Nat," Tony interrupts, knowing that threats are definitely not
       a way to go with this. "Let it go. I'll be safe." That's not
       really a promise Tony is sure he can keep, but Natasha nods all
       the same, and glares right at Rogers again, a silent command for
       them to go.[/center]
       #Post#: 1869--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Even if it Hurts
       By: MagicNightStar Date: November 9, 2013, 1:31 pm
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       [center]◄[size=15pt]◄[size=18pt]◄ S T E V E
       ►►[size=12pt]►[/center]
       [center][size=10pt]Steve's breathing heavily, watching Nat's
       every move, making sure he wasn't strangling or cutting Howard
       as he waits. Finally, Nat tells everyone to stand down, and
       Steve's automatically relieved, but then, then she confirms his
       suspicions, saying Stark has been compromised. So, it really is
       Howard, and Fury has somehow turned him against him... Or maybe
       Steve has brought this upon himself with all the... killings.
       Nat continues to glare at him, about to threaten him, saying
       that if Steve hurts Howard, she'd do... something, but that's
       not a problem, because Steve is done hurting people for today as
       far as he knows. He just wants to get out as soon as he can. And
       Howard reassures Nat that he'll be safe, and Steve would smile
       at that if he could, but he's still too wound up.
       When everyone is done talking, he starts to move, slowly at
       first, keeping his eyes on the woman with the gun, making sure
       Howard was still in his grasp, and when he's sure he,s in the
       clear, he goes for it. He keeps a firm grasp on Howard as he
       runs, covering the man's eyes so he won't know the location or
       how to get to one of his many hiding places. The closest one is
       an old, abandoned building that could've been a hospital or
       something. He rushes inside, bodies of some of his... "victims"
       scattering the floor. Sometimes he has to hide them... Steve
       maneuvers himself and Howard down to the basement where
       everything is white tiles... minus a bit of blood, and the
       lights work. He really only has time to fix up a few places in
       his hiding spots. He grabs a chair and kicks it to the center of
       the room before grabbing his gun off the desk. Then, he uncovers
       Howard's eyes and backs away from him, pointing the gun at his
       old friend's head, just to make sure he won't run for it.
       "Take off the rest of your suit," he orders him, hands still
       shaking, just ever so slightly. He wants Howard to obey him so
       he doesn't have to do anything else he'll regret. He really does
       want to make sure that he's returned back to Fury unharmed. If
       he dare has to injure his friend anymore, he'll hate himself
       more than ever before.[/center]
       #Post#: 1870--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Even if it Hurts
       By: TinyGoliath Date: November 9, 2013, 2:00 pm
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       [center][size=18pt]►►[size=12pt]► [size=15pt]T
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       [center]Tony takes steps backwards, trying to follow Rogers as
       he starts to move, but it suddenly gets a whole lot harder as
       they bolt away, Rogers holding a hand over his eyes like he
       wants to make this as difficult as possible. Tony trips several
       times, is dragged a while before he can get his footing again,
       and each step makes him more and more exhausted. By this point,
       the adrenaline is wearing off, and Tony's breathing hard, biting
       his tongue to keep from making any noise whenever his shoulder
       get jostled. It's really starting to hurt now, and he's getting
       more and more lightheaded -- he hopes it's not much longer. He
       doesn't know how much more running he can do before he passes
       out.
       He's tugged down a flight of stairs, and Tony thinks he hears a
       chair being scraped across the floor before his eyes are
       uncovered, and he's looking at Rogers, already several feet
       away, with a gun aimed at his head, telling him to take the rest
       of his suit off. Tony stares at him, trying to get his breath
       back, almost not comprehending what Rogers is saying. Finally,
       though, with clumsy fingers he starts reaching about to undo the
       manual clasps that aren't going to release with a simple
       command. When that's done, JARVIS knows enough to drop the rest
       of it, and the pieces still left fall away, leaving Tony in his
       under-suit, one shoulder ripped open, his entire side stained
       with blood. He's swaying where he stands, but he doesn't seem to
       notice.
       [b]"Rogers," Tony says, with effort. "I can't be here. I need to
       go to a hospital." Even he's not stupid enough to think that he
       can shrug off his wound. He's not sure if Rogers cares, but if
       there's any sense of humanity within him, maybe Tony could
       appeal to it.[/center]
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