But we just might make this up

[actually112]

Who| Aang and YOU
What| Aang has obtained a bunch of stickers. He now must terrorize everyone with them.
Where| All over the Tribute Center, especially in D4
When| Post-Arena, pre-Crowning
Warnings/Notes| Small children being goofy, references to past underage drinking.

Aang is never drinking again. The vodka, which had been his only source of liquid for much of the last week of the arena, had made him so sick that even thinking about it makes him nauseous. Never again.

After about a day of recovering from the lingering effects of dying (probably all psychosomatic, but he just feels sick after he dies in arenas), he discovers a store with what feels like a million varieties of stickers. He knows what he must do.

He must combat everyone's post-arena blues with stickers.

So all through the Tribute Center, a little boy is putting stickers on people. Usually, he's subtle. He bumps past them in the hall and puts stickers on their arms or hands. In certain areas, he perches on beams across the ceiling and dangles down when people come past him so he can put a sticker on their face or their hair. Sometimes, he'll just be talking to someone when he casually takes out a sticker and puts it on their face.

Yes, he is having fun with this.

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[tookthewheel]

Bucky can picture it, probably in a rainbow of colours. He probably won't be able to miss the fridge the next time he has opportunity to drop by District 4.

"And what tattoo would you give me?" Bucky asked, nudging back without thinking about it. He's pretty sure that tone indicated mischief and while magnets are okay something that'll take a lot more work to wash off is going to take some more convincing.

[actually112]

Some of them light up, Bucky. Aang found light up magnets.

"Something like..." Aang sticks a hand in his pocket, taking out a pencil before beginning to lightly scratch marks on the inside of his forearm. He's a surprisingly good artist, and his designs at first incorporate many intertwining spirals in beautiful patterns meant to evoke the motion of air and leaves caught in it. "This? Or I could do something like... this?" He passes the pencil to his other hand and draws on the inside of his other forearm. Art made with his left hand is a little more shaky, but it still uses curling lines and gentle spirals, these designs more evoking the motion of water as well as the ships and ice floes on it. "I'm best at Water Tribe and Air Nomad stuff, but I could try to do something from the Earth Kingdom or the Fire Nation if you like." Water Tribesmen and Air Nomad aesthetics overlap in some easily grasped ways, but Fire Nation is all sharp lines and Earth Kingdom is very geometric.

[tookthewheel]

Bucky raises an eyebrow at how the pencil is produced immediately, then almost smiles in fondness as Aang uses his own body as a sketchbook. He feels like he should go get the kid some real paper to draw on later, Steve would know what was best.

"No, I like those." his fingers go up to where the red star is hidden underneath the fabric of his shirts sleeve. "Better than this."

[actually112]

Of course Aang would have some kind of writing implement on him at all times. He likes to draw on any surface, and a lot of the time it turns out to be on his own skin.

He notices how Bucky seems to be drawn to the big red star that Aang knows is under his clothes. Of course. The star must have been put there by the same people who gave him the arm.

"I think I could put them together somehow. You'll see; I'll make something nice for you." He holds out his arms, the designs he drew there already fading in the training center's harsh lighting. "Air is the element of freedom, and water is the element of change. They're easy to bring together."

And Bucky could use freedom and change right about now, he bets.

[tookthewheel]

Bucky nodded, suddenly for the idea. Perhaps not a henna tattoo on his arm but something painted over the red star on his arm, that he would welcome. That star meant nothing to him, a symbol of a bygone state, put there to mislead anyone who glimpsed the Winter Soldier and survived. The whole arm was, really, but if he changed that perhaps it could feel more comfortably his after all.

"I'd like that, Aang. You can paint it over the star." while it would only last until he resurrected again, Bucky liked the idea and it could always be painted again after. It could even be something different then, a visible statement that HYDRA didn't own him anymore.

Yeah, he likes that idea a lot.