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thecapitol2014-07-02 02:04 pm
tookthewheel) wrote in thecapitol2014-07-02 02:04 pm
Cruelty is in waking [Open]
Who| Bucky Barnes (MCU) and Steve Rogers, Bucky and OTA
What| Bucky arrives back in the Capitol and luckily runs into Steve first, later in the week he's exploring the training centre
Where| Various locations in the training centre
When| Through week six after Bucky comes back from the dead
Warnings/Notes| Amnesia, references to trauma/violence, angst everywhere. Reply in your chosen format and I shall reciprocate!
Arrival:
He has to get out.
That thought is what is driving him forwards, has driven him forwards since he woke up and stared at two mismatched hands and thought, I've been here before. Even an asset like him knows that there are some things you aren't supposed to wake up from.
He crashed out of the too large and too soft bed soon after, hit the floor and then stumbled up, disturbed more by the sight of luxury than he would have been to find an ice-encrusted chamber and a cruel metal chair waiting for him. Somehow he'd been able to focus enough to rip open the wardrobe, snapping the hinges on the door as he rifled through, found jeans and boots that fit, a shirt and then a jacket with a hood he yanked up and tugged as far over his face as it would go. A glove was yanked unceremoniously over his metal hand.
If anyone had been in the District 1 suite to witness they would have seen the Soldier emerge from his room and barrel towards the door and out into the hallway beyond...
Prompt A: District 1 suite
There is a space here that is his. The one he woke up in.
Somewhat in better mind Bucky decides it's something he should get used to, though he's unsure if it will mean anything. It's his in name only, just like the cryo-chamber was his, like the chair was -- only by merit that no one else was put ever in there. Two days and he's shaved and somewhat more presentable than he has been for weeks and looking a damn sight better than the ghost of a man who haunted the arena for two weeks, though still trying to hide underneath a hood as he paces through the door.
Promt B: The Training Center
He finds the highest of the climbing platforms and sequesters himself there. Coming here he had no intention of fighting, distrustful of his own ability to hold back, he's come to observe. The arena is going to happen again, he's learned, and with little else to occupy him than follow Steve around on the other man's business while hoping to learn something about himself he's decided to try and do something useful instead.
Up here he can sit and watch, gauge how the other tributes fight, what they know and try to gain an estimate of their weaknesses. Few seem to use the climbing platforms and up above he can tuck himself away into the shadows, intending to be undisturbed as he conducts his reconnaissance.
Prompt C: The rooftop
Of all the places he's explored in the training centre (the city still waits to be seen) he decides he likes this one the best. It's quiet. Big enough with secluded spots where he can avoid others. At this time of year it's also warm with the sun beating down, the heat unimpeded by the barely visible glimmer of the force fields.
He finds a secluded spot and sits on the ground with his back to a wooden wall that has plants crawling up it, ensuring no one can come at him from behind and giving him a clear view of anything approaching from the front.
What| Bucky arrives back in the Capitol and luckily runs into Steve first, later in the week he's exploring the training centre
Where| Various locations in the training centre
When| Through week six after Bucky comes back from the dead
Warnings/Notes| Amnesia, references to trauma/violence, angst everywhere. Reply in your chosen format and I shall reciprocate!
Arrival:
He has to get out.
That thought is what is driving him forwards, has driven him forwards since he woke up and stared at two mismatched hands and thought, I've been here before. Even an asset like him knows that there are some things you aren't supposed to wake up from.
He crashed out of the too large and too soft bed soon after, hit the floor and then stumbled up, disturbed more by the sight of luxury than he would have been to find an ice-encrusted chamber and a cruel metal chair waiting for him. Somehow he'd been able to focus enough to rip open the wardrobe, snapping the hinges on the door as he rifled through, found jeans and boots that fit, a shirt and then a jacket with a hood he yanked up and tugged as far over his face as it would go. A glove was yanked unceremoniously over his metal hand.
If anyone had been in the District 1 suite to witness they would have seen the Soldier emerge from his room and barrel towards the door and out into the hallway beyond...
Prompt A: District 1 suite
There is a space here that is his. The one he woke up in.
Somewhat in better mind Bucky decides it's something he should get used to, though he's unsure if it will mean anything. It's his in name only, just like the cryo-chamber was his, like the chair was -- only by merit that no one else was put ever in there. Two days and he's shaved and somewhat more presentable than he has been for weeks and looking a damn sight better than the ghost of a man who haunted the arena for two weeks, though still trying to hide underneath a hood as he paces through the door.
Promt B: The Training Center
He finds the highest of the climbing platforms and sequesters himself there. Coming here he had no intention of fighting, distrustful of his own ability to hold back, he's come to observe. The arena is going to happen again, he's learned, and with little else to occupy him than follow Steve around on the other man's business while hoping to learn something about himself he's decided to try and do something useful instead.
Up here he can sit and watch, gauge how the other tributes fight, what they know and try to gain an estimate of their weaknesses. Few seem to use the climbing platforms and up above he can tuck himself away into the shadows, intending to be undisturbed as he conducts his reconnaissance.
Prompt C: The rooftop
Of all the places he's explored in the training centre (the city still waits to be seen) he decides he likes this one the best. It's quiet. Big enough with secluded spots where he can avoid others. At this time of year it's also warm with the sun beating down, the heat unimpeded by the barely visible glimmer of the force fields.
He finds a secluded spot and sits on the ground with his back to a wooden wall that has plants crawling up it, ensuring no one can come at him from behind and giving him a clear view of anything approaching from the front.
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"Why do you want to know?"
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Despite how flat and bored his voice was, Tony's expression was something similar to a child wanting to know what was in his christmas presents in November.
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He looked like a man coming upon a new concept, which was fairly accurate. Once Bucky would have understood this idea well but that, like everything else about the man he'd been, was buried deep if it even still existed at all.
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"I want to know, because I don't know."
He fidgets with the glass in his other hand absently.
"Part of my thing, I guess."
You could say it's part of his scientific nature that causes his thirst for knowledge, and it could be true. But it was just as likely it came from his dad shutting him out from the interesting things he would be working on that created Tony's childish need to know.
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Still, one more question, "What would you do with the information?"
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"Store it if it's worth remembering, forget it if it's not. Really this brain has limited space, I don't exactly need to remember boring things."
Technically it was a lie, Tony sometimes remembers the weirdest and most irrelevant things and then wonder how he even remembers that.
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Except he likes this place and maybe if he tells him he could be left alone to his quiet warm spot again. He gives a small nod of acknowledgement to Tony's reply before answering.
"Hydra." he says, in the most emotionless tones possible.
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Tony runs a hand through his hair as he takes that one word in, trying not to look tense but probably failing.
"Okay, yeah that kind of information I'm going to remember. So, that would have been..." He knits his eyebrows together. "Something."
It's moments like this Tony really wishes he had decided to check out those files Natasha released to the public sooner, rather than just having J.A.R.V.I.S download it and organise it for him to look at later. Because suddenly right now he doesn't know if he should be on the defensive (As much as he ever can be without the suit), or relieved at the fact the guy doesn't seem all that inclined to throw him into things.
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"Yes." A vast understatement from both sides and Bucky says it like he's expecting the conversation to be over now that he's answered Stark's question.
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"You know. A paragraph really wouldn't kill you. I'm not looking for Hammer levels of talking here but something more than a phone response system would be good."
He raises the hint of an eyebrow. As much as Tony is used to dominating any conversation he's in, getting this little from someone is somewhere between unnerving and irritating to Tony.
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Too much talk was punishable, now he gets told he doesn't talk enough.
"What more do you want?"
What a Hammer is in relation to this he doesn't know, nor does he care enough to ask.
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He looks around to just look around then puts his hands in his pockets.
"Most people I've met really enjoy talking about themselves. I'd say that to you but memory seems to be a bit of an issue."
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He shakes his head then, his eyes seem to darken even in the bright sunlight of the say "I am... not meant to be approachable. It was unnecessary for the asset." But this is not the first time he's been told it was potential bad here, the man who called himself his mentor had mentioned it would be an issue in gaining sponsors for the arena if he could not be likeable.
As Stark had already said memory was the issue.
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While Tony could care less that Bucky's calling himself an asset, the sentence in general causes Tony to unimpressed face him.
"Hydra isn't here, and has gone back to being more than a little unpopular with the public again, Scarecrow. So you can do unnecessary things now. Well, I wouldn't really suggest turning yourself into a pinata or a kite, but hey whatever keeps you floating."
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"I was." he says after a moment, turning the idea over in his head and gesturing back at the spot where he'd been sitting until Tony interrupted him. It was a small step in choosing something to do for himself, small steps are the best he can manage at the moment.
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"Were what? A pinata? Popular? It's moments like this where monosyllabic isn't going to work here."
He runs his hand over the lower half of his face while scruffing at his face fur, really not enjoying how little this guy speaks.
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"Doing an unnecessary activity."