02: Ground Rules (Backdated to the 19th)

[dirtyredneck]

[[ooc: Backdated to shortly after this mess with Newt gets resolved and they're back inside the Gates.]

All ya'll talking shit about how we all gotta work together 'cause we're stuck here together best listen the hell up. You want to work together? FINE. First you gotta to is tell the rest of us what hell you can do. No more fucking surprises like some seven foot leopard man!

The only way to pool our goddamn resources are if we know what the fuck they are! And if you can do shit like that, then it's a goddamn resource!

I don't care where the hell you picked to hole your asses up, but if you're gonna talk to me and everyone else about how we should kum-by-fucking-ya, then you best be offering up your skills so we can take full advantage of them.

And don't make runs outside the walls alone no more without telling someone where the hell you're gonna be so we know to keep an eye on you! Hell, I don't even go hunting without telling Glenn I'll be out! You got people to rely on so rely on them!

Fucking hell, people!

[Daryl's angry because he cares. And he hates that he cares.]

[[ooc: open to action if anyone wants to be near him while he's making this rant]]

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[zimasoldier]

[James didn't flinch, didn't hiss, he didn't so much as tense when Daryl traced the edges of the wound. It hurt, but he'd been through worse. HYDRA didn't even anesthetise him when they removed what had been left of his arm. With the muscles and tendons there a mangled mess, his arm wasn't in any condition for any fight or heavy lifting, but he knew it would heal. He always did.]

I read it. That's what I was thinking. Hoping I was wrong. If someone got the drop on me, especially the Winter Soldier, that's worrisome. If it was thrown from enough of a distance that I wouldn't hear them and still manage to hit me? That's worse.

[Buck only tensed when Daryl began cleaning the wound. Steve had managed a quick, haphazard job because Buck had insisted he not fuss over it until they got back inside the gates.

Don't worry, Daryl. Your chatty secret is safe with him.]

They might not be so receptive if I killed one of their scouts... when this recovers, I can take you out to the spot where I came back to my senses. We can look around. I could see sand through the trees. It's possible they have a camp set up near there.

[dirtyredneck]

You're assuming it was a lone attacker. Could have been a group.

[He finished cleaning the wound and patted the underside of Bucky's metal arm to indicate he should lift it. Would need it up just to wrap it properly.]

Unless you hid your trail back here, I just need you to show me where you came out of the woods. I can do the tracking back myself and go from there.

[zimasoldier]

That doesn't make me feel any better. [Enemy or not, he doesn't like the thought that he possibly massacred a group on first contact.

James was used to being manhandled by the doctors (if you can rightfully call them that) and his Handlers, so Daryl's gesture was kinder and easily understood. He lifted the metal arm to give Daryl room to work as he spoke.]

I'm confident in your abilities, but I don't want you to go alone. I can understand if you don't trust me any more, but if you won't take me, take someone to watch your back.

[dirtyredneck]

Never said I didn't trust you.

[Daryl's hand stilled for a moment, staring at the side of Bucky's face before going back to the wrapping.]

It ain't about trust. I do better alone. When I know I'm the only one who might be mucking up a trail and making noise.