You know you don't have to have a quip for everything, right? I'm taking you seriously even without it, you can chill out.
[ look at him go, using some modern vernacular. steve would be proud if he were here. ]
No one's beating anyone's face in, [ no one's beatin' anyone else, god willing and the creek don't rise, he thinks out of nowhere. an echo of somebody he must've known before, if the accent he's hearing in his head is anything to go by. sometime in the 70s. midwest. was he a handler? no, one of the techs. he's probably dead now. ] I don't enjoy hitting kids.
[ how about we start with the somewhat obvious: there's an odd straightness to one of his boots, as well as along his right arm; the latter he's already seen just now. a pair is hidden together, another pair laid flat and parallel with each other.
the human body is a single, unified shape. don't overthink. ]
[ He could definitely be more chill, but that's reserved to people he's known for a lot longer than this guy.
Especially guys who don't beat anyone's face in. ]
I'm not a kid, motherfucker. You can hit me all you want.
[The one he was shown he'll get, no problem. He knows there's got to be more than one in the boot, too. None along his mechanical arm, so there must be more than one along his other. Jason's good at overthinking, and nothing is unified in his head. Maybe that'll be good practice tonight.
He moves quick, making it seem like he's gonna go for the obvious knife in his arm, but he reaches for the one in his boot instead. He can't just go for the knife, though. He has to try and knock Bucky's legs out from under him while he's at it.]
[ every kid says that, bucky doesn't reply, because honestly, that would just take them in the wrong direction. this has been going somewhat okay, why ruin it? ]
For a guy wanting a break, you keep asking to get hit a lot. Getting mixed signals here.
[ the kid moves for the knife in his sleeve at first, or that's what bucky sees, but with impressive instincts the kid twists and changes direction, attempts a leg swipe - easily sidestepped, as he turns around and hooks his right ankle to the kid's outstretched heel. slow enough that he should catch himself before tipping over, but he can catch the kid by the collar if he doesn't. ]
[Bucky's fast, but so is Jason. He doesn't manage to swipe Bucky off his feet, but he doesn't tip over either. He catches himself quickly, flipping back onto his feet, swinging a knife in his hand.
So maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.]
You touched me first. That was your contact. And my knife.
You were aiming to knock me on my ass, that's skirting the line.
[ his fault, not being explicit with the terms of engagement, but he's getting a sense for how the kid fights. he'd fit right in with brooklyn boys scrapping it up in the back alleys to prove who's kept their teeth.
well, either way. he flexes the metal arm on instinct, the plates warming. ]
But I missed, and you got me, so... that's on you, man.
[He looks pretty proud of himself too. Look, he needs this.
His fight is definitely a good mix of back alley brawls, but also something else that's very much refined. Very much practiced with someone who could fight everyone and everything-- even Superman.]
You got it.
[Alright- less contact. It's fucking hard, but Jason's gonna do it. Now that he's feeling a little more confident, he lets that sink into him, but just a little, cause he sure as fuck knows not to get too cocky.
He moves forward quickly, trying to swipe at Bucky's arm. He can't quite reach for the knife with Bucky's defenses, but at least he pulls back before contact and ends up on the other side of him.]
[ swift moves, trained in the way self-taught is also a type of training. it reminds him of steve, in a way: him and steve, they learned to fight in the streets, scrapping and hustling and playing dirty until they're left alone. novotny once called it fighting with rabid rats, because steve wouldn't give up until he's knocked out, and bucky never quits until his mouth's all bloody. never knew when to quit, both of them.
the kid's got that snarl in his teeth, in his fists.
he narrowly misses contact when the kid lunges for the knife in his arm, but he's not exactly making this as difficult as he can. he meant it, about not wanting to smack some guy with the arm full force, but maybe— ]
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You know you don't have to have a quip for everything, right? I'm taking you seriously even without it, you can chill out.
[ look at him go, using some modern vernacular. steve would be proud if he were here. ]
No one's beating anyone's face in, [ no one's beatin' anyone else, god willing and the creek don't rise, he thinks out of nowhere. an echo of somebody he must've known before, if the accent he's hearing in his head is anything to go by. sometime in the 70s. midwest. was he a handler? no, one of the techs. he's probably dead now. ] I don't enjoy hitting kids.
[ how about we start with the somewhat obvious: there's an odd straightness to one of his boots, as well as along his right arm; the latter he's already seen just now. a pair is hidden together, another pair laid flat and parallel with each other.
the human body is a single, unified shape. don't overthink. ]
TY!
[ He could definitely be more chill, but that's reserved to people he's known for a lot longer than this guy.
Especially guys who don't beat anyone's face in. ]
I'm not a kid, motherfucker. You can hit me all you want.
[The one he was shown he'll get, no problem. He knows there's got to be more than one in the boot, too. None along his mechanical arm, so there must be more than one along his other. Jason's good at overthinking, and nothing is unified in his head. Maybe that'll be good practice tonight.
He moves quick, making it seem like he's gonna go for the obvious knife in his arm, but he reaches for the one in his boot instead. He can't just go for the knife, though. He has to try and knock Bucky's legs out from under him while he's at it.]
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For a guy wanting a break, you keep asking to get hit a lot. Getting mixed signals here.
[ the kid moves for the knife in his sleeve at first, or that's what bucky sees, but with impressive instincts the kid twists and changes direction, attempts a leg swipe - easily sidestepped, as he turns around and hooks his right ankle to the kid's outstretched heel. slow enough that he should catch himself before tipping over, but he can catch the kid by the collar if he doesn't. ]
Contact.
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Different kinda break.
[Bucky's fast, but so is Jason. He doesn't manage to swipe Bucky off his feet, but he doesn't tip over either. He catches himself quickly, flipping back onto his feet, swinging a knife in his hand.
So maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.]
You touched me first. That was your contact. And my knife.
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[ his fault, not being explicit with the terms of engagement, but he's getting a sense for how the kid fights. he'd fit right in with brooklyn boys scrapping it up in the back alleys to prove who's kept their teeth.
well, either way. he flexes the metal arm on instinct, the plates warming. ]
Seven to go.
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[He looks pretty proud of himself too. Look, he needs this.
His fight is definitely a good mix of back alley brawls, but also something else that's very much refined. Very much practiced with someone who could fight everyone and everything-- even Superman.]
You got it.
[Alright- less contact. It's fucking hard, but Jason's gonna do it. Now that he's feeling a little more confident, he lets that sink into him, but just a little, cause he sure as fuck knows not to get too cocky.
He moves forward quickly, trying to swipe at Bucky's arm. He can't quite reach for the knife with Bucky's defenses, but at least he pulls back before contact and ends up on the other side of him.]
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the kid's got that snarl in his teeth, in his fists.
he narrowly misses contact when the kid lunges for the knife in his arm, but he's not exactly making this as difficult as he can. he meant it, about not wanting to smack some guy with the arm full force, but maybe— ]
Try the ones on my back. Might be easier.