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James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes ([personal profile] trainwrecked) wrote2014-06-01 12:17 am

For [personal profile] ashyperfume

It took a while, before he dialed the phone on the card. Weeks, he thought, he wasn't very good at keeping up with the dates. Or, rather, he didn't care that much.

But time had passed since the party. He'd memorized the information, then burned the card - in his experience already, anything after the last wipe wasn't going away, so he was using what part of his memory he could. Extensively.

In the end, though, he just picked a street phone and punched the number.

"Ms. Fukuyama?" Yes, she'd told him to call her Fuu. He couldn't be sure she'd pick up the phone herself. "This is James Banes."

That was how normal conversations went, wasn't it?
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[personal profile] ashyperfume 2014-06-15 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
She stood there, leaning against the brick of the building, not far from the door. It was dark; the dim pool of the street lamp washed light over her outline. There was a cigarette in her hand, burned down almost to her fingers, leaving a trail of smoke in the air. It had rained recently; the pavement was damp. Likely the building was damp, and the back of her dress as well. But she didn't seem to care.

Her face turned back to him at the movement, at the sound of his voice.

"Why are you here?" Her voice was soft. "Don't give me some answer about how I asked you. We both know if you hadn't wanted to come, you could have vanished. Slipped off to some other country, been some face I saw once at a party, and never again. You came back . . . and that was a choice."
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[personal profile] ashyperfume 2014-06-17 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
She watched the smoke rise off her cigarette, the thin spiral of it trailing into the air.

"I meant, James, what you want from me. With the point that you didn't have to tell me any of it."

Maybe weapons didn't want anything . . . but he did.
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[personal profile] ashyperfume 2014-06-18 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
She smiled faintly, staring into the puddle-streaked sidewalk. It bloomed slowly, just the faint upturning of her lips.

"You really haven't had much conversation."

One last breath of her cigarette, and she flicked the stub away, sending it rolling and bouncing into the street. Her eyes were back on him. "All right. Tell me what I need to be wary of, being around you. Men crashing through my ceiling?"
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[personal profile] ashyperfume 2014-06-19 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
She wished at that moment that her cigarette had had more life to it. She missed it in her hands, between her fingers.

So keeping herself safe involved keeping him safe. She didn't like that -- that reliance on someone else not to make a mistake, not to slip up. Humans were imperfect, prone to distraction, to exhaustion, to error.

"There's always someone better," was her short reply. "Better than you, better than me. The trick is to play the game so the odds are always in your favor -- and then don't rely on the odds to save you."

One hand pushed the hair back from her face, mouth twisting. "Don't get me started on how stupid the idea of an algorithm like that is. I'm sure some Hydra mathematician who sees the world only in black and white thought that formula was a stroke of genius. But in a world of over 7 billion, knocking off 20 million is a grain of sand. Humanity isn't that simple. Sometime, somewhere, someone is bound to do something inconceivably, unpredictably stupid."

In spite of the fervor of her words, she trailed off, and for a long moment stared into the darkness beyond the nearby streetlamp.

"I won't rely on you to protect me." The words came suddenly again, quiet but sharp on her tongue. "But I have things to do that I need to stay alive for, so I'll trust that you won't make that goal harder. I'll do what I can to interrupt or confound whatever hold they're trying to have on you. But you're required to stay alive so that I don't have to worry about what happens after."
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[personal profile] ashyperfume 2014-06-20 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
"My point," she said softly, "is that you really can't predict stupid. Not the blind, powerful stupid that wells up somewhere deep inside, that lashes out. Trying to control such a variable . . . there's something more to the human soul than numbers. There's always kindling. There's always fire. Without it, there would be no one to join Hydra in the first place."

The corner of her mouth twitched wryly. "But it doesn't matter. It still would have meant that 20 million people would be dead."

Her shoulders lifted. "In terms of your question . . . for that I'll need data. What they collect, how they collect it, how they store it, their process of analysis. The less digging I have to do, the faster I can work, the more I can target, and the better whatever I try will hold."

Wry again, "It seems like most men in your position would have opted for plastic surgery and an unknown shack in the mountains."
Edited 2014-06-20 01:31 (UTC)
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[personal profile] ashyperfume 2014-06-21 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"God." The word was soft, and unthinkingly her hand went out -- maybe to still him, maybe at the glint of metal he'd revealed. "Stop a minute."

Her eyes flicked sideways up towards him, beneath her lashes. "Also, I didn't realize this was a date, to worry about getting the entirety of myself out on the table."
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[personal profile] ashyperfume 2014-06-21 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Not making a move might have been the best move he could have made at this particular point . . . and it was highly possible that her words had done exactly what she wanted and made him still. Her fingertips grazed his arm. The metal was cool and ridged, warming beneath her fingers. She touched what he had exposed, then slightly more beneath his sleeve.

"Did wonder about the gloves," she said quietly. "I take it that it goes all the way up."
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[personal profile] ashyperfume 2014-06-21 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
(Charm is all well and good . . . if you can use it to get the one you want. For her it works well for keeping people away.)

Her fingers rested where they were. "Makes sense." Her eyes met his through her lashes again. "But you realize it has nothing to do with plastic surgery on your face."
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[personal profile] ashyperfume 2014-06-21 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Doesn't matter." She'd been trying to poke at him again, for whipping out his arm when she'd merely been joking about his face before.

"To answer the question you didn't ask earlier, you already gave me an out, and I didn't take it. I'll suggest that you don't try to give me another one in this conversation, or I'll think you're trying to talk me out of it entirely. I'm used to playing with fire. And walking on toes, for that matter. You can ask my mother."

A breath, and her hand slid down to his fingers. "What would need to happen with you, James, is something that it would take an entire team to do. I'll be upfront with you on that. What you need is someone to hide or scramble your most recent and future digital footprint. That means figuring out where you've appeared and what you've touched. For records, simply erasing the trail of your access and then the record of my interference. Similar for anything audio, though you wouldn't be able to tell me that they wouldn't have anything involving voice recognition in play. Photographs will be harder, involving coding to either turn face-recognition scans aside or to alter the source image so that it doesn't lead back to you. Video or live feed . . . much harder. I can turn spiders and robots aside, but were anyone to be actively watching it, there's little I can do without direct interference. All of this, and it involves constant maintenance and upgrading of the code, as you can be sure that they'll be doing the same. I'm good, but I'm not an entire organization with the same kind of time and resources."

Her fingers curled gently against his palm. "The short of it is that I can give you breathing room. More time in one place. Less sense that someone is always looking over your shoulder. Maybe even some of what I did before -- some pieces of yourself, here and there. But I can't cure the disease. I can't get ahead of those kinds of odds."

"If you want such an imperfect net, I'm not sure I can disregard the challenge. But if you want to walk away now . . . I give you the same out."
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[personal profile] ashyperfume 2014-06-21 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
It was her turn to look tired. It crept across her face like fog across the moon. She pulled away, digging into her bag for another cigarette. For some moments, she didn't answer at all. In the new angle of the light, half-hidden by makeup, he might be able to catch the deep shadows beneath her eyes -- the marks of a woman who didn't sleep well . . . and hadn't in some time.

"Company." The word came almost too soft to hear as she produced the cigarette she sought. "I don't have much of it these days . . . and in the end, that's what I want most."

But just as suddenly, her eyes dug back into him, almost in challenge. "But as a request, not an obligation."
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[personal profile] ashyperfume 2014-06-21 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Her expression eased, her smile similar as before -- slight, slow-blooming. "I'll imagine I'll need some Russian translation anyway."
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[personal profile] ashyperfume 2014-06-23 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
She certainly wouldn't always make it easy. Though to start learning about the intricacies of human interaction, what better way for someone used to being challenged to begin with one?

"Both." She cupped her hand to light her cigarette, coaxing flame to the tip. "I don't know Russian, and any information about your most recent past is likely to be in that language. While certain parts of coding are universal, that doesn't help me to know where to dig in a language that doesn't even use the same letters."

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