[John can only take so much. Even with Bucky instinctively pulling his punches, he's a human with no particular abilities. His nose, his temple, his jaw. Blood's flowing freely. He manages to get another kick in. His memory of the fight in the aquarium reminds him that Bucky won't stop until he's made to. So, he aims for the man's other kneecap. He might be able to ignore pain, but there's a physical limit to the strain a body can withstand even absent a response to pain.
That's what John is reasoning, anyway. Until there's another strike to the side of his head and the world goes dark and stays that way.]
[He's going to be limping for at least a week, maybe longer if he doesn't get his kneecaps seen to, because he's pretty sure that kick dislocated the other one. He punches another twice before he finally realises that John has gone silent, sees he's unconscious through the fog of fear and confusion.
He drops the other man on the floor and aims one last vicious stomping motion to the lower part of one of his legs, aiming to break it cleanly. It's because he remembers John? the handler? the enemy? saying they were going to follow in a week, it'll be harder to follow with a broken leg.
Only then does he leave, fleeing out of the same window he came in, leaving a bloodied and smeared handprint on the sill.]
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That's what John is reasoning, anyway. Until there's another strike to the side of his head and the world goes dark and stays that way.]
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He drops the other man on the floor and aims one last vicious stomping motion to the lower part of one of his legs, aiming to break it cleanly. It's because he remembers John? the handler? the enemy? saying they were going to follow in a week, it'll be harder to follow with a broken leg.
Only then does he leave, fleeing out of the same window he came in, leaving a bloodied and smeared handprint on the sill.]