There's a humming in the restless summer air (open)

[tookthewheel]

Who| MCU!Bucky Barnes and OTA
What| Bucky's having issues, he deals with them by punching things
Where| The training level
When| Couple days prior to the jailbreak
Warnings/Notes| Violence, trauma stuff

Bucky is here under two objectives.

Practically, he needs to practice his familiarity with his body's limitations in this place, he must keep himself sharp and ready because there is a mission soon that will require him to be in top form. However there is a personal need beneath it, something new for a man like him. He needs distraction and rather than allow it to be given to him by others he has made another of his growing list of choices and come here of his volition.

They made him act to stop him thinking, then put him away into storage when those actions were done after a fresh wipe to ensure he remained in pristine condition, like a child's toy lovingly sealed into its wrapping. Though Bucky is done with wipes and cryo tanks he holds that first part to heart; if he acts he will have no time to think and there is a lot he would rather not think about. The things that are disturbing his sleep at night.

So Bucky takes to the training level of the Tribute Centre, making use of the many and varied options it offers. The training dummy's are mercilessly pummelled; various weaponry is put through its paces in expert hands; the holographic targeting practice is something he warms to quickly, throwing knives with deadly precision at multiple light-constructed opponents. If someone asks him, maybe he'll even agree to spar.

Comments

[metalicarus]

Jet, in turn, watches the movement of the knife for a little bit. It's impressive. He thought pretty highly of his own knife work since he'd been the best with it since he was a kid, but he'd never tried that kind of fancy handwork before. It kind of made him want to try and spar with Bucky. But the comment about the name thing drew his attention away.

He smiled. "Yeah? What is it? It'll be nice not to have to think of you as 'that one guy' from here on."

[tookthewheel]

"James Buchanan Barnes."

His mouth curls around the syllables, feels them flow naturally, as natural as the next sentence that follows the first. "But everyone calls me Bucky." and there's an inflection there, a slight hint of an accent out of the neutral tones he speaks with.

[metalicarus]

A smile forms he didn't intend to have, a slight twist that marks it as different from the one he'd had before. It wasn't just a simple, friendly smile, it was one that came from being genuinely pleased to hear the name. Whatever had caused the amnesia before, Jet was glad it seemed to have slipped at least a little.

But there was something else that had caused that smile, a flicker in Bucky's voice that had caused a spark of recognition in the blond: the sound of something familiar. It was brief and he wasn't even a hundred percent certain he'd heard it right, but it almost sounded like the kind of accent he'd have heard back home. Just the possibility of that being what it was brought some comfort to the New Yorker. In fact, he decided to try something.

"That's a good name. I'll call you Bucky too, if that's cool with you." When he spoke, he let a bit of his own Bronx accent slip in--not heavily, just a dusting--but it was there in the undercurrent of his voice. As though he could maybe go fishing for the Brooklyn he was fairly certain he'd caught the edge of before.

[tookthewheel]

Bucky shrugs. He is Bucky, so he understands. Being called James sits on him strangely, Barnes less so. Barnes is only slightly less familiar than Bucky to him but overall he thinks he prefers the latter, it's what feels most natural. "It's fine."

He pauses, then continues. "I like it." there's no more hint of that Brooklyn accent, it was there and gone for now.