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Lab Beneath Stark Industries, Sunday Afternoon

The War Machine armor had taken a significant enough hit in a fight that Rhodey wasn't able to patch it up on his own. Which was annoying on a few levels for Tony. One, that Rhodey could have gotten hurt. Another that Tony should have been there to help him.

Tony made a face, rereading the assessment of the damage for a third time before starting to get some tools together.

"JARVIS, has the lab in East Village been touched?"

"No, sir. Shall I inform Lieutenant colonel Rhodes of your plan?"

Tony grinned up at the ceiling. "You know me so well, sweetheart. Tell him I'll be there within the hour. Help him shake any tails if you'd be so kind."

[Expecting one, but open before!]

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Which would be why there was suddenly a foot shoving him down. By a guy who looked like a lizard fucked a sailboat, but you know it was a cool design to draw. So this is where we were.

"You are going to tell me who was behind the assassination and everything your little Widow has figured out," Madame Hydra said, leaning in to creepily run her fingernails down along the side of Stark's face.

Tony looked from Barnes to her, licking his lips in the only other sign of nerves he couldn't suppress. "You mean you don't know? Not keeping in touch with Schmidt for the HYDRA Christmas list, huh?"

Bucky had no clue what they were talking about.

He was also kind of distracted, gritting his teeth at getting someone's boot all up on him. "You mind stepping elsewhere, pal?"

"Tell me or Death Adder kills your friend," she said, sounding positively delighted by the prospect.

"Schmidt and Osborn," Tony snapped, trying to get past all the interference keeping him out of wireless networks to get to JARVIS for backup.

Hey, either he got a concussion from that punch or he was pushing the Extremis again because his vision blurred for a moment. "You already know that. Just... let him go."

Bucky was starting to get pretty pissed off, here.

Okay, scared. That too, but he was channeling that into anger because he could handle that a whole lot better than he could being afraid for his life.

He kept his mouth shut right now, though. Instead, he was trying to see if there was anything in this situation he could exploit in his favor. Anything at all.

To his advantage, they Death Adder was treating him like a useless civilian here. As evident from the fact that he only half-heartedly curled his tail (sorry, Barnes) around Bucky's neck and was barely paying him any mind.

"And that's all you've worked out?" Madame Hydra snapped, forgoing the gentle bad-touch for a fistful of Stark's hair.

"Talk to Fury if you want more... I'm not exactly in charge of things."

Hey, he could feel the faint hum of the electrical lines down here. That was... new and possibly something to worry about later. For now, instead, he focused until he could feel himself get a bloody nose and the lines were suddenly sparking like an explosion before everything went black in the tunnel.

Compared to pretty much everyone here, as well as several of his own future incarnations, Bucky was pretty much just a useless civilian. But he was also one who'd been in various kinds of tough situations. (Mostly thanks to one Steven G. Rogers.)

He wasn't very interested in staying where he was when the lights went out. So he went immediately with his gut instinct - which was to try and roll to the side, out of Death Adder's grip, trying to use the element of surprise to his advantage.

He needed to get the restraints off. That would be his concern number two.

That would be both of their concern number two once this situation was escaped. Because it was not fun. Not fun at all.

Tony wobbled for a moment before half stumbling into and half shoulder checking Death Adder to help. His plans were perfect if not for human error. "C'mon, move," he muttered, groping blindly for Barnes.

Because the Serpent Society? They did not sound pleased by this.

Not pleased at all! Death Adder squawked in disapproval at getting smacked into and losing his grip on Bucky, flaring that ridiculous fun in his head as he rolled away to attack... the darkness.

"Don't let them escape!" Madame Hydra snapped.

Bucky was planning to do exactly that. Sorry, Madame Hydra.

He scrambled to his feet. There was a whole lot of fumbling involved.

Didn't you just love the future, Bucky? Didn't you?

And he was probably doing better than Tony at the balance thing right now. "This way," Tony said quietly, pushing who he assumed was Barnes in the opposite direction of the snakey fun.

They didn't have scales, so he felt good about his choice.

Yeah, it was Bucky. Fully human, no scales, kind of disoriented. But not so much so that he couldn't stumble as quietly as possible into the direction he'd been shoved at.

"What the hell is going on?" he hissed, still trying to break whatever was holding his arms back. Because that was really getting on his nerves.

"Do you really want to know?" Tony asked, sounding just a tiny bit strained. He guided Barnes further away, reaching for the restraints in hopes of some more Extremis enhanced strength that so shouldn't have happened before to break it.

He... really needed to have Reed test him again. When this was less pressing.

"Well I'd like to understand," Bucky replied, although he really wasn't so sure.

Possibly because he was listening to whether they were about to get caught again. But possibly because this was a lot to deal with.

Welcome to the life of an Avenger. It was insane.

Tony pulled his arm, flashing through blueprints of the sewer system to find the nearest service hatch. "There's a lot," he warned, sounding distracted as he moved on autopilot.

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Bucky was squinting and trying to see the old-fashioned way. It wasn't doing him much good but God, he was trying anyway.

"Yeah, I figured that from the lizard people, pal."

They were almost there, at least!

Tony huffed out a laugh, reaching out for what should be a ladder unless there were budgetary cutbacks. "Evil group of snake people who are lead by a Nazi?" he offered, tugging on Barnes' shirt. "Up here."

A ladder was exactly what was needed righ now. A ladder was something Bucky knew what to do with, and right now, that was a precious thing indeed. Had it not been so dark, it might have even been visible in the way he grabbed the damn thing to climb it.

"That makes no sense."

He sounded offended. Kind of. Mostly huffy.

"Trust me, a few years ago I would have agreed with you," Tony said, straining to hear if they'd been followed before following after him. "As soon as we're on the surface, JARVIS can get you back home."

Bucky grumbled something that was lost to his desire to keep his voice low. Maybe he was really just muttering to himself, anyway. Wouldn't have been the first time, even if he tended to keep that sort of thing to when he was reacting to particularly ridiculous situations Steve got himself into.

This was on a whole different level, though.

He focused on climbing.

In Tony's defense... yeah, he had nothing.

"I'm sorry," Tony said. "My life seems to just keep getting more dangerous."

On the plus side, they were almost out of the sewer?

That was a definite upside. One Bucky was physically grasping for once he'd climbed high enough for that.

"Well, looks like we're getting out, at least."

"Yaaaay." Be more dry about that, Tony. I dare you. "Street's clear."

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