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thecapitol2014-07-24 08:19 am
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[Closed] We were made for killing
Who| MCU!Bucky and Natasha Romanova, later 616!Bucky
What| Steve's in the arena, MCU's not. Natasha decides this calls for a distraction in the form of haircuts and sparring, 616 joins in later.
Where| Various, starting with the common area and ending in the training room
When| Day of the ship mini-arena
Warnings/Notes| Natasha's prejudice against hobo hair
[It's the extent of his reaction that takes Bucky off guard, the anger that boiled up alongside the distinct tang of fear, though not fear for himself. Steve is gone, put on board a sinking ship while the Soldier remains uselessly behind in the Capitol, unable to fulfil his mission. He'd known something was wrong from the moment he woke up alone in the room and gone looking for Steve throughout the training centre, unable to locate him.
He doesn't understand how it happened, when they took Steve, but they did. The television screen in front of him doesn't lie about that, nor the desperation of the situation befalling the tributes chosen. Yes chosen, he remembers now, the Capitol citizens had voted who they wanted to see thrown into this arena and of course they picked that idiot.
That idiot... he's never thought of Steve like that before and a wave of deja vu washes over him, he's felt something like this before but he can't remember where.
Danger is in every line of the Soldier's body right now as he stares at the screen, fingers curling into fists, an explosive waiting to be set off if someone isn't careful.]
What| Steve's in the arena, MCU's not. Natasha decides this calls for a distraction in the form of haircuts and sparring, 616 joins in later.
Where| Various, starting with the common area and ending in the training room
When| Day of the ship mini-arena
Warnings/Notes| Natasha's prejudice against hobo hair
[It's the extent of his reaction that takes Bucky off guard, the anger that boiled up alongside the distinct tang of fear, though not fear for himself. Steve is gone, put on board a sinking ship while the Soldier remains uselessly behind in the Capitol, unable to fulfil his mission. He'd known something was wrong from the moment he woke up alone in the room and gone looking for Steve throughout the training centre, unable to locate him.
He doesn't understand how it happened, when they took Steve, but they did. The television screen in front of him doesn't lie about that, nor the desperation of the situation befalling the tributes chosen. Yes chosen, he remembers now, the Capitol citizens had voted who they wanted to see thrown into this arena and of course they picked that idiot.
That idiot... he's never thought of Steve like that before and a wave of deja vu washes over him, he's felt something like this before but he can't remember where.
Danger is in every line of the Soldier's body right now as he stares at the screen, fingers curling into fists, an explosive waiting to be set off if someone isn't careful.]