Who| Bucky Barnes [616] (soldieronwards), Matt Murdock (guardiandevil), Natasha Romanova (assassinat), and Skye (risewithit)
What| Adventures on the run.
Where| After the prison breakout, in one of Jolie's drag clubs.
When| The four days following breaking Natasha out from prison.
Warnings/Notes| Possible references to torture and other violence.

( But this feeling for no one. )

Who| Bucky Barnes and everyone else
What| An arrival and a lot of frustration.
Where| Floor 7 of the Training Center, the city circle, and the Rooftop.
When| Just about now.
Warnings/Notes| Nothing other than some references to violence.

His head is still pounding like it's out to get him.

It's his own fault. He wouldn't stop fighting the people who came to take him away from the gymnasium of the Training Center after his scoring. It wasn't that he had anything against them--it was just that he could see the Gamemakers right in front of him behind the force field, he could identify every place on their bodies he'd have to strike to take them down for good, and he didn't know when he'd get that opportunity again. He had to find a way to turn off the force field and get at them, right now. It shouldn't have been difficult, but his arm wasn't producing the EMP it usually could, and he couldn't find any other way of turning that damned force field off, and people kept coming at him to try to pull him away. In the end, he didn't want to actually kill those people--he figured they might be pawns as much as he was--so he couldn't fight all out, and they overpowered him. When he woke up, his head ached like an earthquake had hit it.

Bucky doesn't know if they deliberately hit him with something that would hurt afterwards or if it's an unhappy coincidence, but really, it's his own fault either way. It doesn't matter. He needs information, now.

[PROMPT ONE] He takes a few minutes to explore District 7's residential floor before leaving. It's good to know the weaknesses and strengths of where he's being kept--a prison just like the worst ones he's been in even if it's rolling in the lap of luxury. He grimaces at the secure windows, examines his surroundings for surveillance devices, growing more and more bitter all the while. By the time he finally stalks out of there--

[PROMPT TWO] --he might as well have a stormcloud over him, but somehow, when he walks out of the Central Commons into the Capitol proper, it's vanished, submerged into the same place he's hiding his headache. He seems practically relaxed as he wanders through the city circle and studies the Presidential Mansion nearby, his face all innocent appreciation. He's casing it out for weaknesses, of course, and finding none. But he keeps his frustration safely hidden.

[PROMPT THREE] He keeps his frustration safely hidden until he finally makes his way back into the Training Center, steps into the elevator, and punches buttons in exasperation without thinking about where he wants to go. He winds up on the Roof, staring at the beautiful garden around him; he walks through it in a near-daze, his head still aching. And finally, he stops in front of a statue and, without thinking once more, lashes out and punches it, left-handed.

The statue doesn't so much as chip, much less crack.