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thecapitol2014-07-24 08:19 am
tookthewheel) wrote in 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.]
/up all night to get Bucky
The Soldier didn't give much thought to his appearance because in all of his life as Hydra's asset it was not something he had been allowed to control. It was not up to him to make a decision over any aspect of his existence -- even to point out that the length of his hair was inconvenient, that sometimes it got in the way or blocked his vision. His masters had never seen a need to cut it and he would never have questioned it.
Except... now he does that she's brought his attention to it. It almost cost him his life before because he had no consideration to cut it himself. It is inconvenient and irritating how it gets in the way and cutting it would be easier.
He doesn't miss what's beneath the words that the Widow is saying either and he's torn for a moment between acceptance and refusal for that. But he needs to do something, he needs structure or he will do what he is not supposed to and fall back on the violence he knows best in the wake of Steve's absence. That would contradict the orders he had.
He doesn't want it to be rainbow coloured.]
Why would they do that?
no subject
[ Knowing that that alone won't explain it, she taps her arm thoughtfully as if she's trying to find the words, to locate something he'd be able to understand. In actuality, she's already beyond that point and knows which references to make; the wait is just to see how he reacts. ]
We're celebrities in this world--foreigners who have been brought here for the sole purpose of sport. Our districts will dress us accordingly only to have us parade around for sponsors. Rainbow colored hair might just be how they want to present you.
[ Or maybe they'll give him a ton of eye make-up to keep with the vermin image. ]
no subject
Sponsors are important, he's already been made to understand this, he has limits though.
These are the sort of problems he was never trained for.]
No.
[He says flatly, eyeing her now.]
What will you do to it?
no subject
[ Though she'll add with a heavy sigh: ] It isn't as if I'm going to kill you with a pair of scissors now that Steve's got himself thrown into another arena.
It'd be counterproductive to come here to keep you from getting into trouble by throwing it right at your feet, now wouldn't it?
no subject
She has a point, not that he'd concede it. Instead he simply gives her a nod of agreement.]
Fine.