( april event ) wayward falls

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EVENT: WAYWARD FALLS

It begins with a crack, as many alarming and unfortunate things tend to do. Anyone who's ever jumped a little too hard on a frozen river will recognize the sound in an instant: It's the sound of ice caving under pressure, and it echoes through the cozy wooded canyon just in time for the first trickle of water to drip over the face of the northern cliffs. Within the hour, tens of thousands of gallons of water are pouring over the cliff, a waterfall of meltwater finally freed from behind an icy dam.

It doesn't take long for the north end of town to flood as the endless torrents of water rushing through the canyon quickly overwhelm the river, despite the town's best efforts to shore it up. Which means that one guy with the kayak in his garage will finally be the one to have the last laugh: 'What was it you said about pointless hobbies again, Susan?'

You could always just stay inside instead of dealing with the flooded streets of course. The power flickers but ultimately holds and the clean up is certainly going to be annoying later but it's hardly the end of the world.

And then comes the debris.

Without any real warning or ominous portent, solid objects come careening over the cliffs' edge, carried in by the runoff cascading down to the forest below. First, it's large rocks, almost boulders in their own right. Dangerous, certainly, if you happen to be standing below them when they fall but the solution seems a bit obvious there. Just, you know, don't. But then the debris starts to look a little more... man-made.

What has the floodwater brought the little town of Wayward Pines? And possibly more importantly, will the waterfall ever cease?

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[paragon]

[ Steve looks from the equipment to Rumlow as he comes out of the other room, and the contrast between their expressions isn't exactly a surprise. It's hardly the first time he's seen it; in the past there's often been some secret amusement underlying whatever the man had been focused on at the time. Usually a mission; Steve had never really tried to get to know him outside of the team, and he thinks now there was probably a reason for that. Nevertheless for the last few years that focus has been on Steve, and he wonders if it's the same face Bucky saw (certainly more possible now than the last time Steve saw it) but will never ask. Not Bucky, sure as hell not Rumlow. ]

Well, I'm not here to work out.

[ Not much with his own amusement, in spite of the words, and there's no reason not to cut to the chase. ]

I wanna know how much you remember, Rumlow. And I'll know if you're telling the truth.

[ He might not, strictly speaking, but Steve is nothing if not a man who trusts his instincts, regardless. ]

[comesfrompain]

[So much for thinking there's any camaraderie left between them. It could be a cover, but Rogers has never been the subterfuge type. So, this is it. Rumlow glances down, lips twitching into a frown of something like disappointment. When he looks back up to Rogers, he almost appears contrite. Not that he has anything to apologize for, as far as he knows. Unless the guy is stuck in whatever false memories that are a part of this place, and there's some bad blood between those versions of themselves -- but Jesus that's so fucking convoluted that he doesn't even want to lend it credence. It's just him hoping that Rogers isn't his enemy.

There are so few people here he thinks he can trust. Losing the guy he knows would believe him? Hell. Rumlow guesses he'll have to perform the dance Rogers is asking of him.]

Place is bugged. Just as​ a preface. [He takes a breath.] I remember getting recruited to SHIELD. Meeting Fury. Gettin' told I was gonna work with Captain America. And I remember STRIKE. Remember us going on that op on the Lemurian Star. There's other shit, but a lot of it's fuzzy. Snippets of being taught how to withstand interrogation, fighting on the streets. Other missions with the team, some with you, and Romanov.

[He scrubs at the stubble on his chin.]

And then I remember working here. Marrying Kenzi in Vegas. Being a part of a military spec ops unit, but Hell if I can remember which branch. I remember living here, meeting people. But that... it ain't right. I'm not fuckin' crazy.

[He tells himself, mostly. Because he can't be. He knows he's dealt with some fucked up shit, but this is pretty jacked. Rogers giving him the silent ultimatum sure ain't helping, neither.]

[paragon]

[ There's no flinch at the warning. Steve knows the gym's bugged, everywhere is; he just doesn't much care for following the rules of this town even at the best of times. It's anathema to everything he stands for — has stood for to the loss of everything else. He gives Rumlow a curt nod, unhappy but not surprised by any of it. It's obscene to make the man believe they're still allies, that he's anything but what he is, even if it does make him less dangerous for the moment. ]

The fuzzy parts are where you and me have a problem. [ It's not a threat, at least not in tone. A fact, maybe even an explanation, but the only one he'll ever get from Steve. ] I'm gonna need you to stay away from Bucky, Rumlow. From all of us, but especially him. You'll figure out why eventually, but in the meantime if you really believe you're a good man, you'll do that much.

[comesfrompain]

[If it's a little canine to tilt his head in confusion, Rumlow doesn't notice. What's missing from his memories that Rogers is so concerned with? Did he do something? Well, he must have. Rogers, for all his uprightness, isn't some oversensitive asshole. So whatever it is, must've been big. And, apparently, involved Barnes. Now ain't that a mystery.

He nods his head, knowing he could get away with disobeying Rogers here, most like, but he's not real inclined to. It's not exactly the benefit of the doubt, but he's getting a chance to prove whatever he did doesn't define him now. Or something like that.]

To be honest, I'm still sorta wondering how the Hell he's even here. I mean, congrats on gettin' your best friend back, and all.

[There's a pause. A stretch of silence. He's got about a hundred questions, but Rumlow is pretty sure Rogers ain't in the mood to answer them.]

So. Guess that's it then.

[It sounds so damn final. It's not like Rogers is anyone special to him, but an ally is an ally and besides, the man is about as competent as they come. It's a blow, on a strategic front, but maybe there's a tinge of some kinda disappointment there too. They'd worked well together, even if Rogers had always outshone them all. It was kind of expected. And then there's the frustration. That something happened between them (all, apparently) and he doesn't get to know what it is. Does he even want to? With Rogers' solemnity about it all, it sounds pretty fucking ominous.

He guesses he'll leave it up to Rogers, whether or not he feels like spilling the beans.]