summer camp day 14
Title: With Eyes To Hear
Rated: G (mild implications of violence)
Word Count: 1,141
Summary: Arthur is out of arrows and Alfred is out of words. Ones that Arthur can hear anyway
a/n convenient captain america america and hawkeye england is convenient. Hawkeye is partially deaf so this came into place. Title is a reference to this song which has nothing to do with this fanfiction.
|With Eyes To Hear|
"I'm out of arrows."
Alfred found it almost laughable that the other was worried about a few missing arrows when New York city was being destroyed right in front of them. Arthur was an assassin with talent far surpassing his mechanical precision with a bow. He wasn't aware that the outfit he was currently wearing, the pattern of the mask some conspicuous maroon rendition of his code name, would help him at all as it seemed far too gaudy to blend in but, as strange as it was to say, the man probably had more experience than he did so he couldn't judge.
He glanced over his shoulder at where the other was standing, or crouching, stock still behind him on top of an overturned car. True enough, the case on his back was empty and his bow looked worn, like he had made a few split second fires slightly too rough with it or maybe it was just old. Alfred turned back to look at the destruction. He just needed to catch his breath and then he would help the next batch of civilians evacuate what was sure to be the next fallen building.
"Do you really need to use them?" he asked, "I mean, I can help you gather them if that's what you want or I can cover you if you want to get more from back base but we're kind of running out of time here."
Alfred heard nar a scuffle behind him before Arthur was crouched down on the next car, off to the left in front of him. "In hindsight I should have asked the question from this position," he replied, "Would you care to repeat that?"
Alfred stared, wondering if he should be threatened by that statement or not and he decided that maybe he had offended the other. He was certainly not implying that his arrows were inferior. With hacking arsenals and bombs built into them, he had landed just as many hits as the others which a much more difficult mastery. "I asked if you wanted to gather the old arrows up or if you wanted to go back to base to get some more," he said, omitting what he thought may have been seen as offensive, "I'll back you up if you need me to."
"Oh," Arthur replied, straightening up with relative ease. He surveyed the scene briefly before turning to look at the other again. "I can reuse some of the arrows lying around," he said simply, "However I can't reuse the explosive ones as they're mostly void of use once they've been used. The same goes for the fried circuit ones. If you want me to use arrows such as those, we will have to go back to base and fetch some extras."
"It's your call, man," Alfred replied, glad the other man didn't seem offended any longer.
Arthur jumped off the car, landing with unsurprising grace. "Well, you're the Captain," he said, "Do you think I'd make it back to base or is it not worth it?"
Alfred hummed, his fingernails tapping lightly on the shield at his side. "We'd probably make it to base unscathed but at this stage I doubt we could leave Manhattan unattended."
"It wouldn't be," Arthur said, "The rest would be able to hold up the fort."
"Yes, but for how long?" Alfred explained and Arthur sighed.
"I'll collect the lesser arrows then?" he asked and Alfred nodded his head.
"I think that would be best for now. If we have a quiet moment in a bit I'll run you back to base to get the other ones."
"Right. I'll go look for them. See if I'll find anything else while I'm at it."
Arthur turned around and shimmied around, training knowing it was illogical to walk into the middle of a battle scene. He eventually got in there and crouched behind a fallen car to retrieve some of the arrows that had been left from earlier. Alfred faltered, pondering for a moment what Arthur thought he could possibly find other than arrows and debris on a city battle field. After that thought, he ran in behind him, shield up blocking any possible attack before dropping down beside Arthur, blocking his other side from attack.
"Are you mad?" Arthur asked incredulously, "You can't just run into a battlefield! Even cannon fodder doesn't do that in war!"
Alfred looked over the edge of his shield. Nothing appeared to be coming that way, luckily. His shield wasn't quite big enough to cover all of both of them but it would take the brunt of any attack. "This isn't war, man," he said, breathlessly, "This is gosh darn anarchy!"
The noise was overbearing so close to the scene. Civilians screaming and alien creatures shrieking. People yelling bullshit orders in some attempt to regain control of the situation. Arthur grabbed Alfred's shoulder and yanked him around to face him, the force causing dust from the debris to rise all around them.
"What did you say?" he asked loudly and Alfred coughed, holding his hands up to his face.
"I said this is anarchy!" Alfred said, louder this time over the noise.
Arthur furrowed his eyebrows, looking more confused. "What?" he shouted.
"I said thi-" Alfred didn't finish the sentence before Arthur grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away from his mouth.
"Don't bother, I can't read like that!" he yelled and it was Alfred's turn to look confused.
"Read? What has this got to do with reading?"
Alfred watched as he spoke, Arthur's eyes following every movement of his lips. He hadn't seen him doing that before- back at base when they had spoken briefly for the first time he had found it disconcerting how Arthur's gaze had bore right into his eyes, not his mouth.
"I lost my aid," Arthur said and Alfred had to lean in to hear him, "You know, the listening device. I can't hear."
"So you're deaf?" Alfred asked and Arthur nodded, "Where'd the aid go?"
"I have no idea. I got a blow to the head about an hour ago in the general battle area. It was tiny, it could have gone anywhere."
"You can deal without it for now, can't you?" Alfred asked and Arthur nodded.
"Yes, it's only talking I have a problem with. I can feel people moving by the air shifting around me and my peripheral vision. I'm not going to ambushed again anytime soon."
"Well, it seems you're in a better boat than me then," Alfred sighed.
"How is that," Arthur asked.
"Because I can't hear anything right now any I have no other senses to make up for it."
Arthur chuckled, "You'll get used to it," he said, loud enough for Alfred to hear clearly again. "You always do."
|END|
Rated: G (mild implications of violence)
Word Count: 1,141
Summary: Arthur is out of arrows and Alfred is out of words. Ones that Arthur can hear anyway
a/n convenient captain america america and hawkeye england is convenient. Hawkeye is partially deaf so this came into place. Title is a reference to this song which has nothing to do with this fanfiction.
|With Eyes To Hear|
"I'm out of arrows."
Alfred found it almost laughable that the other was worried about a few missing arrows when New York city was being destroyed right in front of them. Arthur was an assassin with talent far surpassing his mechanical precision with a bow. He wasn't aware that the outfit he was currently wearing, the pattern of the mask some conspicuous maroon rendition of his code name, would help him at all as it seemed far too gaudy to blend in but, as strange as it was to say, the man probably had more experience than he did so he couldn't judge.
He glanced over his shoulder at where the other was standing, or crouching, stock still behind him on top of an overturned car. True enough, the case on his back was empty and his bow looked worn, like he had made a few split second fires slightly too rough with it or maybe it was just old. Alfred turned back to look at the destruction. He just needed to catch his breath and then he would help the next batch of civilians evacuate what was sure to be the next fallen building.
"Do you really need to use them?" he asked, "I mean, I can help you gather them if that's what you want or I can cover you if you want to get more from back base but we're kind of running out of time here."
Alfred heard nar a scuffle behind him before Arthur was crouched down on the next car, off to the left in front of him. "In hindsight I should have asked the question from this position," he replied, "Would you care to repeat that?"
Alfred stared, wondering if he should be threatened by that statement or not and he decided that maybe he had offended the other. He was certainly not implying that his arrows were inferior. With hacking arsenals and bombs built into them, he had landed just as many hits as the others which a much more difficult mastery. "I asked if you wanted to gather the old arrows up or if you wanted to go back to base to get some more," he said, omitting what he thought may have been seen as offensive, "I'll back you up if you need me to."
"Oh," Arthur replied, straightening up with relative ease. He surveyed the scene briefly before turning to look at the other again. "I can reuse some of the arrows lying around," he said simply, "However I can't reuse the explosive ones as they're mostly void of use once they've been used. The same goes for the fried circuit ones. If you want me to use arrows such as those, we will have to go back to base and fetch some extras."
"It's your call, man," Alfred replied, glad the other man didn't seem offended any longer.
Arthur jumped off the car, landing with unsurprising grace. "Well, you're the Captain," he said, "Do you think I'd make it back to base or is it not worth it?"
Alfred hummed, his fingernails tapping lightly on the shield at his side. "We'd probably make it to base unscathed but at this stage I doubt we could leave Manhattan unattended."
"It wouldn't be," Arthur said, "The rest would be able to hold up the fort."
"Yes, but for how long?" Alfred explained and Arthur sighed.
"I'll collect the lesser arrows then?" he asked and Alfred nodded his head.
"I think that would be best for now. If we have a quiet moment in a bit I'll run you back to base to get the other ones."
"Right. I'll go look for them. See if I'll find anything else while I'm at it."
Arthur turned around and shimmied around, training knowing it was illogical to walk into the middle of a battle scene. He eventually got in there and crouched behind a fallen car to retrieve some of the arrows that had been left from earlier. Alfred faltered, pondering for a moment what Arthur thought he could possibly find other than arrows and debris on a city battle field. After that thought, he ran in behind him, shield up blocking any possible attack before dropping down beside Arthur, blocking his other side from attack.
"Are you mad?" Arthur asked incredulously, "You can't just run into a battlefield! Even cannon fodder doesn't do that in war!"
Alfred looked over the edge of his shield. Nothing appeared to be coming that way, luckily. His shield wasn't quite big enough to cover all of both of them but it would take the brunt of any attack. "This isn't war, man," he said, breathlessly, "This is gosh darn anarchy!"
The noise was overbearing so close to the scene. Civilians screaming and alien creatures shrieking. People yelling bullshit orders in some attempt to regain control of the situation. Arthur grabbed Alfred's shoulder and yanked him around to face him, the force causing dust from the debris to rise all around them.
"What did you say?" he asked loudly and Alfred coughed, holding his hands up to his face.
"I said this is anarchy!" Alfred said, louder this time over the noise.
Arthur furrowed his eyebrows, looking more confused. "What?" he shouted.
"I said thi-" Alfred didn't finish the sentence before Arthur grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away from his mouth.
"Don't bother, I can't read like that!" he yelled and it was Alfred's turn to look confused.
"Read? What has this got to do with reading?"
Alfred watched as he spoke, Arthur's eyes following every movement of his lips. He hadn't seen him doing that before- back at base when they had spoken briefly for the first time he had found it disconcerting how Arthur's gaze had bore right into his eyes, not his mouth.
"I lost my aid," Arthur said and Alfred had to lean in to hear him, "You know, the listening device. I can't hear."
"So you're deaf?" Alfred asked and Arthur nodded, "Where'd the aid go?"
"I have no idea. I got a blow to the head about an hour ago in the general battle area. It was tiny, it could have gone anywhere."
"You can deal without it for now, can't you?" Alfred asked and Arthur nodded.
"Yes, it's only talking I have a problem with. I can feel people moving by the air shifting around me and my peripheral vision. I'm not going to ambushed again anytime soon."
"Well, it seems you're in a better boat than me then," Alfred sighed.
"How is that," Arthur asked.
"Because I can't hear anything right now any I have no other senses to make up for it."
Arthur chuckled, "You'll get used to it," he said, loud enough for Alfred to hear clearly again. "You always do."
|END|