Freaky Monday (because Fridays are already freaky enough)
Hello, everyone, I’m tattooeddevil and I am your host for this week! *eek* I hope you’re as excited as I am! (if not, this might get awkward real soon :P) Today's theme is bodyswap. Prompts can be anything from freaky accidents to the supernatural, from humans swapping with animals and/or inanimate objects, and from funny to scary. Anything goes, so long as
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There’s a convoy of trucks over by the array and it looks like Rumlow’s contingent could use some help. Hell, it gives him a chance to see what the big-ass gun will do…. The recoil pinwheels him in mid-air, but he recovers in time to see one of the trucks explode spectacularly, triggering a chain reaction among the other vehicles. Laughing gleefully, he dives toward the soldiers, using the rifle with sniper-scope this time, knocking the enemy force down like ducks in a shooting gallery.
Swooping past Rumlow’s forces, Chase lands on the far side of the fence near the SUV. They’ve cut a hole in the fence, and hastily scramble through to join him.
“You were supposed to take the damn thing, not use it!” Rumlow starts to say as the SUV pulls away.
“What I did to your arm? I could just as easily do to your tongue,” Chase tells him calmly. “Just say thank you and shut the fuck up.”
Rumlow doesn’t say thank you, but doesn’t give Chase any more shit.
He’s delivered to a building that looks like a century-old bank, its marble floors gone dingy, traces of faded opulence in the molded ceiling panels and gilt light fixtures.
There’s a lot of medical paraphernalia in the interior room they end up in. A guy in a lab coat looks at Rumlow’s damaged hand, and shakes his head. It’s going to need surgery. Meanwhile, he doles out a shot for pain and puts a cast on it.
Chase doesn’t like the looks of the seat they want him to take. It looks like restraints, and hello, he was born at night, but it wasn’t last night. Reborn, maybe, he thinks with a private smile, but he’s not dumb in either incarnation. He prowls around, keeping an eye on everyone, still tingling with leftover adrenalin.
The man who strides into the room looks like someone Arthur Collins might’ve played golf with at the country club. Chase knows Old Money WASP when he sees it-and he figures this is the guy in charge. The way Rumlow stands at attention bears out his instinct.
When the guy tries to slap him, Chase blocks the blow with his bionic arm and gives him his best death glare. “The next person who tries to slap me, poke me or pull my hair? I’m gonna rip off their arm and shove it up their ass. Sideways.”
The WASP stares at him in disbelief, then glances just past Chase, who spins and intercepts the lab-coat with the hypodermic. Seizes it and jabs it into the medic’s neck. He goes down, convulsing.
“That dose wasn’t calibrated for him,” the WASP says mildly.
“Tough shit. Not my problem.”
Rumlow shrugs when the WASP looks at him. “I’m not even going to try to take him single-handed, Mr. Pierce.”
Chase steps over the prone body, still twitching on the marble floor. He moves toward Pierce, maintaining eye contact until he’s right up in the older man’s space and the guy flinches away.
Having asserted his dominance, Chase stands relaxed but alert in case one of these fools decides to try something.
“Listen up, Mr. Pierce,” he says. “I don’t mind kicking ass and blowing shit up. Today was a blast. Just remember, I can fight for you, or I can fight against you. Which way I go depends on you. Treat me with respect and we’ll be fine. Fuck with me and your ass is mine. Clear?”
Pierce’s mouth is working, but no sound comes out. He finally says, “Close your eyes and clear your mind….”
“I don’t think so. A guy like you, rich, powerful-you didn’t get that way without some basic people skills. So, as long as you treat me as an equal instead of like I’m shit on your shoes, I’ll be happy to comply with whatever missions you need me for. Otherwise, I’m sure there are other organizations who’d be thrilled to have someone with my expertise.”
After a moment, Pierce says, “We need you. Please work with us, not against us.”
“Okay then.”
“Hail Hydra!” Pierce proclaims.
Chase rolls his eyes. “Yeah, sure. Hail Hydra.” This is going to be fun.
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Awesome fic!!!
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Oh, wow, this is awesome! Of course, now I'm worried what happens if the asset wakes back up inside his body after Chase has been living it up. *shudders*
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... you're gonna write Bucky's part, right?
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*bounces*
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