Easy Work
cw: beating/interrogation, emeto, mild dissociation
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He doesn't have a name today.
It's pragmatic. No name means no answer for the men who demand to know who he is, who hit him whenever he responds with only a glaring silence.
The spy doesn't mind the blows. He's had worse.
When one of his captors pulls out a camera, he knows the drill. Threats and recorded pain, in an effort to force a viewer to act. Could be an efficient strategy, if the viewer in question wasn't Shepard Vic his superior.
Vic doesn't care what the spy has to endure; he knows his subordinate can take whatever's thrown his way. Likewise, the spy understands that he shouldn't expect help, rescue, or sympathy.
One of the men who has him jerks his head up by the hair, and the other shoves the camera in his face, muttering something to its intended audience. The spy barely pays attention to his words; he's too busy watching the man himself.
He walks with a self-assured step, confidence oozing from his voice and eyes. A man who believes himself on top of the world, not seeing how easily he'll topple if only pushed at the right moment.
The man behind him loosens his grip, and the spy lets his head drop, taking a deep breath in the instant of reprieve they've allowed him.
It doesn't last long.
The man's fist buries itself in his gut, and the spy hunches forward, reflex overcoming his bearing. Mentally, he recoils from the nauseating blow, burying that still-soft part of his brain he could never kill completely. He's tried not to hold it against himself. It's only human to hurt.
The man hits him again and again, until the spy’s nausea becomes too much and he empties his stomach onto the floor, thinking only of how this man's blows seemed to weaken after the third hit.
He may be strong, but he tires quickly.
Had he encountered this duo in an even fight, face to face and aware, he'd have disposed of them swiftly and been on his way. As it were, the pair had ambushed him with a gas attack, drugging him unconscious in order to get him here. As soon as they put the camera away, they'd be wishing they'd given him a stronger dose. Neither of them would leave this building alive.
The spy's torso throbs from the hits he's taken—they’ve been attempting to persuade him to speak since the dawn first shone through the cracks in the ceiling—but he doubts it will be much of a hindrance. He'll make quick work of the pair, pain or no pain.
From there, it'll be back to the compound with the intel he's collected. Back to the new team that's usurped the life he's grown into, that he works so hard to keep at arm's length. He needs them to hate him as much as he craves their respect.
The spy still doesn't understand why Vic insisted on collecting such a group, but by now he knows not to question his master's will.
The camera is shut down. Its wielder carries it up the stairs, likely to upload the file it contains and ship it off. In approximately ninety seconds, the spy will break free of his restraints and kill the man’s partner.
Easy work. Two quick jabs to the throat if he's facing him, seize his weapon and pull the trigger. If he's stupid enough to turn his back, the first step will become unnecessary.
The spy will be free of this place in less than six minutes. Free to return to the cage home that is the compound.
Free to return to the name Sahota.
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@theonewithallthefixations @violet-prism-creatively
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Mimic Steve!!! at number Seven I see,,, was that, perchance, on purpose? :D
AYYYY you caught that! I'm so glad someone did lol.
I had to go hunt down what I already posted about the Mimic Steve AU lmao
It's honestly easier to read the first part here , but basically, it's an AU that centers around how the Steve we know isn't actually Steve Harrington; he's a replacement that his parents bought and paid Brenner/The Lab for.
What he actually is, is a being similar to humans with mimic-like abilities from another dimension. They kidnapped him at a young age and then later tortured him into being Steve when the real one passed away from cancer as a child.
There's a vast number of problems happening when the story starts but the biggest is that Robin and Nancy have accidentally discovered that the real Steve Harrington is dead and the house Steve lives in doesn't actually belong to the Harrington's.
In a panic-ridden attempt to prevent them from discovering he's a monster from an alternate dimension whose stuck, Steve taps Eddie for help on grounds that he has romantic feelings for Eddie and already thinks he doesn't deserve to be loved in return. I he loses Eddie as a friend over this then well-- chances were that was gonna happen anyways because he sucks at hiding that he's in love--but he can't lose Robin.
In his head, that means Robin can't learn that he's not human
Snippet:
“Sweetheart, you are Steve.”
He frantically shook his head. “No, I’m not. I’m a copy of Steve, one they forced so hard that it--it overwrote the real me. I don’t know who I actually am, Eddie.”
Besides a fucking monster, from somewhere else.
(At his lowest, in the dark of the house in the middle of the night, Steve turned himself back into his base form.
The thing he was--or at least thought he was--before he’d been kidnapped.
Stared at himself in the mirror and felt only terror, because he didn’t recognize himself. )
Eddie stepped up, gently took one of Steve’s hands.
Threaded their fingers together.
“Okay.” He said, eyes searching Steve’s own. “What can I do to help you find yourself?”
Steve stared back.
“I haven’t--I never…” He trailed off faintly, all thoughts of who he had been and who he was impersonating vanishing in the face of his reality.
That Steve’s life had been so preoccupied with keeping himself safe by living within a lie, he never actually spent any time trying to figure out who he was.
Eddie seemed to realize this, and nodded once as if Steve’s expression was an answer in and of itself. “It’s okay. I mean it. It’s a big thing, and it’ll take you some time, but I’ll be there with you if you want me to be.”
Steve sniffed.
“Even if I turn into a car again?”
Eddie laughed softly. ‘Yeah Sunlight. Even if you scare the shit out of me by turning into a car again.”
“They’re emergency purposes only.” Steve said--and he meant it.
(The fear of getting stuck as something non-human had terrified him so badly the car incident had left him puking up his guts for two days after, nerves shot.)
“Now about changing into that courthouse clerk…”
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