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[The problem with this is that it's phrased like an order, and it's an order that makes sense, so he finds himself obeying by instinct.]
Steve, John, Davesprite, Charlie, Clint, Natasha, Tony, Ecks, Kesara.
[Some of those people are dead, but it's all a bit muddled who is and who isn't at the moment.]
Steve, John, Davesprite, Charlie, Clint, Natasha, Tony, Ecks, Kesara.
[Some of those people are dead, but it's all a bit muddled who is and who isn't at the moment.]
[He has been in contact with those people on the network, which he supposed made them off-limits now? A shame for now anyway.]
I will keep that in mind. As I said, the point is moot if I'm invited or circumstances force us together for overnight lock down. I will keep my contact limited to obsolete.
Does that satisfy you?
I will keep that in mind. As I said, the point is moot if I'm invited or circumstances force us together for overnight lock down. I will keep my contact limited to obsolete.
Does that satisfy you?
[Issues with a medical person brings him to House again, it has to be. None of the other doctors, except perhaps Stein, come close to causing the amount of trouble that House does.]
Do you think you're catching a cold, or do you think it might be the onset of MN poisoning?
[Because one of those is much easier to treat than the other.]
If you're getting sick, I don't think you should be travelling on your own.
Do you think you're catching a cold, or do you think it might be the onset of MN poisoning?
[Because one of those is much easier to treat than the other.]
If you're getting sick, I don't think you should be travelling on your own.
I wouldn't know the difference quite honestly. For me, it seems like a regular waxing and waning cough.
[He was still too new to identify the symptoms of one over the other. And yet, the suggestion that he shouldn't travel alone was not one he was ready to consider. Face-to-face encounters had not gone so well for him the last while.]
A cough is nothing that I can't handle. There are others in worse needs than I.
[He was still too new to identify the symptoms of one over the other. And yet, the suggestion that he shouldn't travel alone was not one he was ready to consider. Face-to-face encounters had not gone so well for him the last while.]
A cough is nothing that I can't handle. There are others in worse needs than I.
[He has no reason to suspect there might be anything beyond selflessness motivating those words, though Al's voice is still sharper for it.]
There's no point being a martyr here, it's better to get help when it's something you can handle than let it carry on to a point where it's much harder to treat.
[Trust him, he's seen that too often.]
There's no point being a martyr here, it's better to get help when it's something you can handle than let it carry on to a point where it's much harder to treat.
[Trust him, he's seen that too often.]
I asked for help from a doctor. I was denied. He thought it better if I were dead.
[So for the time being, he was on his own. He didn't mind; the isolation would have been worse if there was no one to speak to, but the network provided human contact to chase off the mind weasels.]
[So for the time being, he was on his own. He didn't mind; the isolation would have been worse if there was no one to speak to, but the network provided human contact to chase off the mind weasels.]
Well, I suppose it is a doctor's right to refuse care. Their mandate only states they will not intentionally do harm.
[He might sound a little dubious of that last statement as he said it. Like he might have received some of that over requested care.]
They clearly don't like me very much. Hate me, in fact. I suppose being lured with the expectation of care was on me though.
[He might sound a little dubious of that last statement as he said it. Like he might have received some of that over requested care.]
They clearly don't like me very much. Hate me, in fact. I suppose being lured with the expectation of care was on me though.
[He hesitates and it's entirely purposeful.]
Dr. J. Watson.
Dr. J. Watson.
[There is another pause as Pierce mulls over how much to reveal. The truth would be best in this situation anyway.]
He is comrades with an associate of mine who has immediately sought to harm me since I arrived. Both men have harassed me since I came to be here, despite my never contacting them and keeping to myself. Both seem convinced I am out to bring harm to be ex-associate and everyone else here in Norfinbury.
He is comrades with an associate of mine who has immediately sought to harm me since I arrived. Both men have harassed me since I came to be here, despite my never contacting them and keeping to myself. Both seem convinced I am out to bring harm to be ex-associate and everyone else here in Norfinbury.
James Buchanan Barnes, also known as the Winter Soldier, also known as Bucky. He's on the dangerous individual list from what I've seen.
[Pierce just sounded tired, like he wanted to say none of this. Of course, the Soldier painted himself badly from what he could tell, so that wasn't difficult.]
We worked closely with each other back on my world, but he was ill. He had to be medicated and regulated in order to allow him to function, and I wish it had been another way. His war wounds had been extensive and he barely survived, but here... he's off the rails at times. Paranoid, violent. I'm very concerned for Sergeant Barnes, and I wish him no ill. [Just come work for him again. It will be great.]
[Pierce just sounded tired, like he wanted to say none of this. Of course, the Soldier painted himself badly from what he could tell, so that wasn't difficult.]
We worked closely with each other back on my world, but he was ill. He had to be medicated and regulated in order to allow him to function, and I wish it had been another way. His war wounds had been extensive and he barely survived, but here... he's off the rails at times. Paranoid, violent. I'm very concerned for Sergeant Barnes, and I wish him no ill. [Just come work for him again. It will be great.]
Oh.
[Pierce isn't wrong, there's nothing that Al has seen about Bucky Barnes that makes him seem anything other than a dangerous and out of control individual. Not that he's ever spoken to him himself, but it's not been hard to see the destruction he's caused on occasion.]
It sounds like you have his best interests at heart, why would Dr. Watson think you wanted to hurt him?
[Pierce isn't wrong, there's nothing that Al has seen about Bucky Barnes that makes him seem anything other than a dangerous and out of control individual. Not that he's ever spoken to him himself, but it's not been hard to see the destruction he's caused on occasion.]
It sounds like you have his best interests at heart, why would Dr. Watson think you wanted to hurt him?
Because Sergeant Barnes has allowed his fierce paranoia to weave stories of how I am going to control him or hurt him and Dr. Watson believes him, I imagine. They are allies after all.
I offered to tell my side of the story, but I was refused and told I would lie and mislead. So, it seems that open-mindedness will not be found there. And denial of treatment but no matter. I will heal.
I offered to tell my side of the story, but I was refused and told I would lie and mislead. So, it seems that open-mindedness will not be found there. And denial of treatment but no matter. I will heal.
You shouldn't have to heal alone.
[There's so much disapproval in his voice, he is going to talk to Dr. Watson after this, make no mistake. Though he does soften into concern quite quickly.]
Please, won't you come and travel with me? I promise I'll help take care of you, and Mr. Gray isn't the sort of person to cause trouble for you either.
[There's so much disapproval in his voice, he is going to talk to Dr. Watson after this, make no mistake. Though he does soften into concern quite quickly.]
Please, won't you come and travel with me? I promise I'll help take care of you, and Mr. Gray isn't the sort of person to cause trouble for you either.
Being in the present of others won't speed up my healing either.
[Like Alphonse can be irked with being treated like a child, Pierce is patient but firm when he is treated like a geriatric in need of protecting.]
Son, I don't need to be taken care of. I'm self-sufficient, and while I may be in my twilight years, I haven't fallen into a shallow grave just yet. However, I am planning on moving North. If you happen to be there and our paths cross, I will consider traveling with you.
[Like Alphonse can be irked with being treated like a child, Pierce is patient but firm when he is treated like a geriatric in need of protecting.]
Son, I don't need to be taken care of. I'm self-sufficient, and while I may be in my twilight years, I haven't fallen into a shallow grave just yet. However, I am planning on moving North. If you happen to be there and our paths cross, I will consider traveling with you.
[Was that what they were? Interesting that Alphonse considered friendship so readily after they had met so infrequently, and he once again found himself amused by the young man. So innocent and yet had clearly seen too much.]
Very well. I will contact you when I have arrived in the North.
Very well. I will contact you when I have arrived in the North.
[It's easy for Ava to slip into the Residential building in the middle of the night. She hasn't really been back since she was staying here herself, and that had ended in fire and ashes. She doesn't know quite what she's doing here, except that she needs answers and actually talking to him seems to just end in verbal games she can't quite spin to her favor.
So she's here, because that's something she knows how to do. Creeping around in the dead of night is very much where her talents lie. She doesn't quite know if he'll have anything useful, but maybe there's something physical, tactile.
She's slipping through the kitchen, when there's a sound from the hallway, and she slips silent into shadows of the corner of the room, behind the table. She's very good, trained well and then sharpened; just another silent shadow in the dim light.]
So she's here, because that's something she knows how to do. Creeping around in the dead of night is very much where her talents lie. She doesn't quite know if he'll have anything useful, but maybe there's something physical, tactile.
She's slipping through the kitchen, when there's a sound from the hallway, and she slips silent into shadows of the corner of the room, behind the table. She's very good, trained well and then sharpened; just another silent shadow in the dim light.]
[The postal service needed some serious intervention, what with a file crossing his desk at the Prometheus Labs that had no place actually being there. He had figured out quickly that it had come due to references to laboratory experiences when he flipped through briskly. It wasn't until he saw many references to a name he had encountered more than once since his stay had begun that he realized that this file would be coming to his own personal living area until he could analyze the contents.
As was his usual routine, he enjoyed the quiet of the night hours and each time just after midnight, he gathered up a few choice reading materials, slipped into a pair of slippers and wandered his way down to the communal kitchen. It was always relatively well-stocked, but the state of the place was for anyone's guess as some residents clearly hadn't been taught how to clean up after themselves.
Still, pushing open the door, he wandered in to a darkened kitchen and flipped on the light. It was in relatively good state of affairs tonight, and he padded to one of a few refrigerators to root around for some milk, his staple. He set the file on the counter as he grabbed a glass and filled it half full.
Then he leaned over the file and flipped it open, shuffling through the thick assortment of papers. Slowly his eyes rose from it and his eyebrows drew together. That wasn't right.]
As was his usual routine, he enjoyed the quiet of the night hours and each time just after midnight, he gathered up a few choice reading materials, slipped into a pair of slippers and wandered his way down to the communal kitchen. It was always relatively well-stocked, but the state of the place was for anyone's guess as some residents clearly hadn't been taught how to clean up after themselves.
Still, pushing open the door, he wandered in to a darkened kitchen and flipped on the light. It was in relatively good state of affairs tonight, and he padded to one of a few refrigerators to root around for some milk, his staple. He set the file on the counter as he grabbed a glass and filled it half full.
Then he leaned over the file and flipped it open, shuffling through the thick assortment of papers. Slowly his eyes rose from it and his eyebrows drew together. That wasn't right.]
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