The Winter Soldier

Winter Soldier RP blog for Marvelous Desires.

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Late Night Stalking || Bucky and Natasha

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"Tiny cakes »> large cakes," she says firmly, punctuating the ‘greater than, greater than, greater than’ with finger movements drawing the symbols.  Her face is as expressionless as she can make it (which is admittedly pretty expressionless) and she stares him down, daring him to argue.

She’s had more than enough arguments with the foodie nerd that is Jasper Sitwell. She can handle another.

Croatia.

No doubt the Winter Soldier had been to Croatia more than once.  It’s not impossible that he had been late in Croatia more than once.  But the place brings back memories.  Of hot fury being placated by self-disparaging looks and a boyish grin, and eased along by a paper bag of hot beignets and a cool night of planning how to reclaim a shot mission.

"You showed up three hours late because you forgot to reset your watch?" she quips easily without meeting his eyes.

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He rolls his eyes as she makes the finger movements to punctuate her point. He knows a lost cause when he sees one. "Alright, alright. Tiny cakes are better larger cakes," he says, waving her off and finishing the argument.

Memories are a tricky thing. That's a direct quote from the SHIELD scientist that looked him over. They'd also said that anything can trigger memory recall, and it can happen at any time. 

He forces a small smile as he chews the inside of his mouth. "Yeah something like that. Plus a wrong turn and a few hours later I finally found where the hotel was." He doesn't remember pictures, but rather he remembers the warmth and happiness.

[metal-armed-whore]

Late Night Stalking || Bucky and Natasha

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"Apology cupcakes," she corrects.  "Like apology cakes but smaller, in proportion to how bad you actually feel about something.  But better tasting."  Somehow, regardless of whether you use the exact same recipe, a cupcake always tastes better than a cake.  It’s Science.

"Why indeed," she echoes cheerfully and doesn’t actually answer why she likes to hang around in shadowy places to startle people.  Part of that is she doesn’t have an actual answer.  The rest is, of course, to maintain her aura of mystery.  Or something.  The ‘why are you awake’ part is easier.  “If I had to hazard a guess I’d say that my body has aligned to a clock that is most definitely not in this time zone.  I’ll be a zombie by lunch.”

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"But cake makes you feel better," Bucky tries to argue. "Kinda like how you'd rather have a birthday cake than tiny little birthday cupcakes. Cupcakes are for snacking, cake is for apologies. But I mean if you wanna apologies with cupcakes, I'm not going to say no," Bucky tells her with a small smile. 

"I get that, time zones can be a bitch. There was this once time when I was in Croatia and I --" He pauses, unsure about what actually happened in Croatia. He has a feeling that it's to do with time zones or something. But what actually happened he's not too sure about. "Well, I'm sure you know what happened... Time zones and all." He mumbles the second part of the sentence and looks away for a second. "I think I've got a good couple of days before turning into a zombie."

[metal-armed-whore]

Late Night Stalking || Bucky and Natasha

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"With a smile in my face and a song in my heart," she admits with zero reservations.  "And I’d probably not even bake apology cupcakes afterwards either."  She tucks one ankle over the opposite knee and slings an arm easily behind her head.

Unnoticed is the right arm pressed against the crease between couch cushions, less than an inch away from a Colt 1911.45.  In her hair is rolled an E string with thumb-and-index grips that slip easily around her fingers when she rubs her head.  “Got a number of tricks,” she says, again unrepentant.  “But it’s still three hours til the asscrack of dawn and I don’t particularly feel like moving.”

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"Apology cakes?" He asks slowly as he frowns. For the first time he turns around and faces Natasha. "Y'know, I think I'm owed a buttload of them." He folds his arms over his chest, and leans against the wall. He might not personally know Natasha, but he knows her type, which means he should keep an eye on her just in case. 

"Makes sense, why sleep on a bed when you could sleep on a couch and scare the crap outta people at three hours til the asscrack of dawn. All without moving." For a second, there's a crack of a smile before he's pursing his lips. "Why are you down here anyway?"

[metal-armed-whore]

Late Night Stalking || Bucky and Natasha

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"Your argument would be more convincing if you didn’t just puff up like a startled housecat," Natasha points out.  "If you had a tail, it’d look like a pine cone."  The servos in his arm are whirring away with the effort to keep the knife from flying at her.  She is, silently, grateful.

She stretches, tensing muscles in succession and releasing them all at once with a low sound of satisfaction.  Through it all she never completely loses sight of him; not even when her eyes slip to nearly-closed slits.

"Mind pointing that somewhere else?" she says with a careless wave at the knife.  "It’s making me uncomfortable."  Her lax posture says anything but uncomfortable but she’s designed for deceit.

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His arm finally relaxes, and he tucks the knife away somewhere where he can easily pick it back up if he needs too. "Well you would too --" It wasn't exactly the smoothest comeback. In fact, it was pretty stupid. "Y'know, given the circumstances." He has a feeling that he knows her from somewhere, but with most things these days, he can't quite put his finger on why. 

He's almost certain that Washington wasn't the first time he'd seen her, but the only other place he would remember her from was not somewhere he wanted to dwell too long on. 

"It's not like someone like you wouldn't be able to get out of the way. I'd be willing to bet you've got something of your own to counter with if I did throw it."

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Gym Session || Bucky and Skye

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The conversation is super awkward. Especially with the way that the man had started it. Did he know her…? She’s really curious about why he would ask her that, but gets the feeling from his frustration that it wouldn’t be a good question to ask.

He introduces himself. Bucky. The name seems vaguely familiar, like some fact that she’s learned and forgotten. He’s quiet for a moment, and Skye thinks that that’ll be that, but Bucky seems to want to keep the conversation going. “A few months, yeah. How about you? Are you new to the tower? Or have we just managed to avoid each other?” It happens; she knows that there’s people in the tower that she hasn’t met yet, even though Skye’s lived here for a while.

[metal-armed-whore]

The quick succession of a few questions stumps him for a few seconds; it's more than anyone's asked in awhile. Being under HYDRA's control for a couple of decades had really taken a toll on his social skills. 

"I'm pretty new to the tower; just got in within the last couple of days." It's the most words he's managed to string together in a sentence in awhile. He sighs, and stops punching the bag as he lets it naturally stop swinging. "Maybe I've just seen you walking around the tower," he tells her, hoping that would explain his awkward introduction. 

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[metal-armed-whore]

Gym Session || Bucky and Skye

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Skye pauses, surprised by the sudden question. “Uh, no? I’ve never seen you before.” Not that it means that this random man has never seen her. It’s a strange question though. Does Skye seem familiar? She’s been living here for a while now, and has been for a while. It wouldn’t be outside the realm of possibly for him to see her walking in the tower; the man’s in the gym so he’s obviously allowed here. JARVIS would be throwing a fit otherwise.

"I’m Skye," She introduces himself, before the man goes back to his punching bag. He’s really going at it; maybe she should just let him, and get back to her own workout. He was the one who started the conversation, but now he seem kinda pissed.

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He glances over his shoulder to look at her when she introduces herself. The name doesn't seem familiar, and she herself said that they don't know each other. 

Talk about awkward first impressions. 

"I'm -- " He pauses for a moment; it's difficult to introduce yourself when you don't know who you are. "I'm Bucky," he tells her, and there's a sour taste in his mouth when he says it. There's a lull in the conversation, and for that small moment it feels like he's being suffocated by the presence of this other person. "So-- Have you been here long?" He asks, almost as if the conversation is like air to him 

[metal-armed-whore]

Gym Session || Bucky and Skye

“Do I know you?”

These days, that’s his version of hello. It’s not the most socially graceful way to introduce yourself, but when you’re consciously aware of the fact that everything you know could be a lie there isn’t exactly room for gracefulness.

Hell, for all he knows he could actually be a stubborn jackass who has no time for anyone.

This time when he asks the question, he’s in the gym, and just like always there is that awkward silence between him answering the question, and the other person answering it. This time it’s a young SHIELD agent he’s asking, which he knows means that there is a chance that he tried to kill her in the past.

He tries to act like that thought doesn’t bother him, and goes back to the punching bag he’d previously been engaged with. Recently, he’s been letting emotions get to him and it’s been affecting his form. He’d been hoping to spend the night fixing that, but even after a couple of hours his shoulders are just as tense and his punches aren’t being thrown with the same restraint that he’s use too.

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[metal-armed-whore]

Late Night Stalking || Bucky and Natasha

[prettypoisonishercry]

She’s not stalking him.  (She actually, really isn’t.)  Her being up at all hours of the night have far more to do with Bobby, keeping Bobby under watch, monitoring his bio signs.  It’s pure coincidence that her check-in times coincided with the Soldier’s insomniac wanderings.

Yes, she’s aware it doesn’t look that way.

She gets the fleeting urge, as he carefully checks around a corner, to bounce up silently behind him and ask him what he’s doing in the most chirpy obnoxious voice she has but she’s not particularly keen on being knifed tonight.  “It’d be easier to ask JARVIS if a floor is populated,” she drawls from her half-shadowed couch, purposefully placed to shield her from suddenly thrown knives.  “It’d help keep you from missing things.”

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He has the knife in hand, ready to throw it at the person who just spoke, but at the last second he recognizes the voice and stops; that's the beauty of a robotic arm, it reacts much faster than a normal one. If he'd picked the throwing knife up with his other hand he's certain that the knife would've reached its target by now. 

"Or maybe I already knew you were there," Bucky tells her. He speaks quietly but at this time of night it sounds to him like he's shouting. Of course, it's a lie. It didn't know she was there and because of that he doesn't let go of the throwing knife. 

"Or maybe I just don't want to announce to everybody where I am."

[metal-armed-whore]

Late Night Stalking || Bucky and Natasha

Ever since DC incident, Bucky has been unable to sleep. He's tried every method he can think of to fall asleep, and then stay asleep, but nothing works. He's accepted that he's just not going to be able to sleep and instead tries to spend his nights doing something worthwhile. 

That wasn't any different during his first night in the tower, but he was a little more tense than normal. There was people who knew him better than he knows himself, and that was a little unsettling. He tried not to let that get to him though; even though he knew he was being overly paranoid by checking every corner has he walked through the tower. Since he couldn't sleep he might as well learn the layout of the tower.