Detailed AU!History, "This is impossible."
A/N: For eldorado_rpg
The scene went like this man, if you can even start to dig it. There was Ashton, pulling his son away from the hospital with the kid smiling. Access Entertainment caught it first, the guy moving through the crowd. Then the gun was out man, and this guy did his thing-one of those guys in suits. One of those scary guys. So I stumble over to him right? And I look down and the guy's writhing on the ground before he coughs and the wound in his chest closes and I'm like, oh shit man.
And you aren't even gonna believe this shit man. So this guy coughs, and coughs, and out comes this little piece of silver and he's looking at me and I'm looking at him and The guy picks it up and it's the fucking bullet man.. I swear!
-Quoted from a witness to the Attack on President Ashton, November 10th, 2006.
Nobody ever asked Thomas Barnes exactly what he thought of being shot. Everybody was willing to overlook it except for a very curious ER doctor who asked too many questions that Barnes himself couldn't answer. The last thing he remembered from the assassination attempt was looking at the bullet that had apparently travelled up his throat-the bullet he'd expelled. It was unreal, but what should have been a death-defying wound didn't kill him.
Instead, it paved the way for psychological exams and hearings. It paved the way for tests before the agency-whom he confided in (because that was what you did when you were part of a brotherhood, you talked to them) sent him home for "undefined leave" and insisted that he get some rest.
For awhile he began to believe that it was truly an act of god and that he'd been spared so that he could make something more of his life-right up until the car accident. His "making more of his life" had long since dissolved into drinking, and two months after his surviving a wound to the chest, he ended up with a steel rod in his leg and enough bruises, cuts, and scrapes on his hands to warrant someone collecting the blood he'd lost.
Pulling himself from the car, he removed each piece of glass and watched himself heal one after another. The frantic sense of need to push himself farther and farther forced him into ridiculous escapades. He jumped off a bridge, blew a hole in the back of his neck, and sliced open his wrists watching all of his attempts end in failure.
resolved to live his life and get his job back (coming to the somewhat strange conclusion that a secret service agent who couldn't die would be the greatest asset to the agency ever) he resolved to live his life and do his best to ignore the fact that he healed from major and occasionally minor wounds. He had no interest in walking in front of a bomb or even in front of an M-16 (that would have sent him over the edge) but he'd tested his limits and accepted-with reluctance-them.
Despite his psych evaluation, despite his profiles, he was in fact suited for duty and would be brought back on a trial basis. While the agency head seemed anxious to meet some intern with short brown hair when he spoke to him, Barnes was put back on PoTUS detail, just in time for a trip to Selemanca Spain...
Weaknesses: In this case, Barnes's weaknesses as far as healing are direct shots to the head. Destroy the brain, destroy the body completely. He can be shot, have his spinal cord severed, but the best way to kill him would be to shoot him in the head.
The scene went like this man, if you can even start to dig it. There was Ashton, pulling his son away from the hospital with the kid smiling. Access Entertainment caught it first, the guy moving through the crowd. Then the gun was out man, and this guy did his thing-one of those guys in suits. One of those scary guys. So I stumble over to him right? And I look down and the guy's writhing on the ground before he coughs and the wound in his chest closes and I'm like, oh shit man.
And you aren't even gonna believe this shit man. So this guy coughs, and coughs, and out comes this little piece of silver and he's looking at me and I'm looking at him and The guy picks it up and it's the fucking bullet man.. I swear!
-Quoted from a witness to the Attack on President Ashton, November 10th, 2006.
Nobody ever asked Thomas Barnes exactly what he thought of being shot. Everybody was willing to overlook it except for a very curious ER doctor who asked too many questions that Barnes himself couldn't answer. The last thing he remembered from the assassination attempt was looking at the bullet that had apparently travelled up his throat-the bullet he'd expelled. It was unreal, but what should have been a death-defying wound didn't kill him.
Instead, it paved the way for psychological exams and hearings. It paved the way for tests before the agency-whom he confided in (because that was what you did when you were part of a brotherhood, you talked to them) sent him home for "undefined leave" and insisted that he get some rest.
For awhile he began to believe that it was truly an act of god and that he'd been spared so that he could make something more of his life-right up until the car accident. His "making more of his life" had long since dissolved into drinking, and two months after his surviving a wound to the chest, he ended up with a steel rod in his leg and enough bruises, cuts, and scrapes on his hands to warrant someone collecting the blood he'd lost.
Pulling himself from the car, he removed each piece of glass and watched himself heal one after another. The frantic sense of need to push himself farther and farther forced him into ridiculous escapades. He jumped off a bridge, blew a hole in the back of his neck, and sliced open his wrists watching all of his attempts end in failure.
resolved to live his life and get his job back (coming to the somewhat strange conclusion that a secret service agent who couldn't die would be the greatest asset to the agency ever) he resolved to live his life and do his best to ignore the fact that he healed from major and occasionally minor wounds. He had no interest in walking in front of a bomb or even in front of an M-16 (that would have sent him over the edge) but he'd tested his limits and accepted-with reluctance-them.
Despite his psych evaluation, despite his profiles, he was in fact suited for duty and would be brought back on a trial basis. While the agency head seemed anxious to meet some intern with short brown hair when he spoke to him, Barnes was put back on PoTUS detail, just in time for a trip to Selemanca Spain...
Weaknesses: In this case, Barnes's weaknesses as far as healing are direct shots to the head. Destroy the brain, destroy the body completely. He can be shot, have his spinal cord severed, but the best way to kill him would be to shoot him in the head.