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thecapitol2014-09-30 06:26 pm
tookthewheel) wrote in thecapitol2014-09-30 06:26 pm
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It's a whiteout of emotion [Closed]
Who| Steve Rogers and MCU!Bucky Barnes
What| Steve checking on Bucky after the latter comes back from the arena
Where| District 1
When| End of week 6
Warnings/Notes| Unhappy subject matter
He comes awake with a thud, the sound of him falling off the edge of his bed and hitting the floor.
Bucky gasps and retches, coming up with nothing for it on account of his empty stomach. He manages to push himself up onto his hands, trying to get his body under control and shake off the echoes of wind whistling in his ears and a voice calling his name, the sharp bite of ice against his skin.
Christ. he thinks in an unfamiliar tone.
He feels shaken and disorientated, blinking slowly at his surroundings until he slowly manages to piece it back together. Panem. The Hunger Games. He'd died, again. Bucky fumbles his hand across his stomach, pulls his shirt up and stares down at smooth unbroken skin. Good as new, of course. It's hard to recall entirely what happened, he remembers being stabbed and the first hours after but then it's a confusing blur of sound and colour he reels back from trying to intepret more deeply.
Sitting back against the side of the bed Bucky tries to regain his self-control further, brushing his hair back out of his face and -- and his hair, it's long again. He grabs a hank of it in hand and stares in shock, then feels the growth of beard on his jaw. They reset him.
What| Steve checking on Bucky after the latter comes back from the arena
Where| District 1
When| End of week 6
Warnings/Notes| Unhappy subject matter
He comes awake with a thud, the sound of him falling off the edge of his bed and hitting the floor.
Bucky gasps and retches, coming up with nothing for it on account of his empty stomach. He manages to push himself up onto his hands, trying to get his body under control and shake off the echoes of wind whistling in his ears and a voice calling his name, the sharp bite of ice against his skin.
Christ. he thinks in an unfamiliar tone.
He feels shaken and disorientated, blinking slowly at his surroundings until he slowly manages to piece it back together. Panem. The Hunger Games. He'd died, again. Bucky fumbles his hand across his stomach, pulls his shirt up and stares down at smooth unbroken skin. Good as new, of course. It's hard to recall entirely what happened, he remembers being stabbed and the first hours after but then it's a confusing blur of sound and colour he reels back from trying to intepret more deeply.
Sitting back against the side of the bed Bucky tries to regain his self-control further, brushing his hair back out of his face and -- and his hair, it's long again. He grabs a hank of it in hand and stares in shock, then feels the growth of beard on his jaw. They reset him.