riverviewlogs | survival of the fittest

who: Bucky and anyone!
what: Bucky is a big old thief, tracks down his name twin, and also goes monster fighting with Clark
when: Anytime between March 8th and March 12th
where: Around Quarantine
warnings: Probably violence

[i: Around Quarantine; open to anyone]

[Bucky has chosen to eschew the communal housing gifted to him, as well as all the benefits that affords. Like food, shelter, and access to a shower. The last two aren't such a big deal, but he needs a lot of food to keep him going, the bastardised serum in his veins makes him burn through calories at a ridiculous rate.

Which is why he's ghosting through Quarantine on the look out for empty housing or possible a not very well attended street food stall, in order to snatch a hand out and take something. He can be found shoplifting in the street; or, if you'd prefer, breaking into your character's housing in search of food.]

[ii: Down a back alley somewhere; closed to Bucky Barnes]

[Ever since he saw that name on the network, his own name, Bucky has been in overdrive trying to figure out what's going on. It takes him a day or so to track down who owns the username, and then another day to just follow them around and try and figure out who they are. It's only when he catches the imposter out alone, whatever he might be doing, that he reveals himself by trying to drag the other man down an alleyway in an explosion of movement and bad decisions.]

[iii: Monster hunting; closed to Clark Kent]

[The perimeter is of interest to Bucky, partially because it means an escape from this town and partially because he knows that Stark is going to be making upgrades to it. It's why he's scouting around it today.

He's too focused on the possible security measures, trying to find surveillance equipment or defence mechanisms, that he has completely failed to notice the large monster shaped like a monstrous caterpillar creeping up behind him on silent feet.]

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[Assigned bedding. Some shite, that, but seeing as there were no nice towers to loom in just yet, she'd settle for the company. Interesting bed fellows and all. 'Specially that one that left his bed nice and empty for her, leaving Sera no choice but to claim it for herself. It was more game than anything, waiting and seeing who'd have the balls and brains enough to challenge her blatant stealing. Still, fair was fair. She wasn't much for taking something (from those that didn't have much to start with) without giving back.

So it takes her a bit to hunt her mystery bed donor down, only to find he's doing some hunting of his own. Shrugging, and with very little concern for her own safety (she has a bow and her arrows on her and all) she slips in after him into the latest empty house.

Her steps are silent, but her mouth? Almost never.]

Lookin' for cookies?

[He knows someone is following him.

They're good, really good, and he doesn't hear footsteps a lot of the time. But he catches glimpses, he feels that itch between his shoulderblades that all good assassins get after a few years on the job, and he knows.

It's why he turns and levels a gun at her as soon as she talks.]

Why the hell are you following me?

Tch, not outta snitch on yah, if that's the worry.

[The fact Sera only really understood guns in the abstract is probably a good thing. Something like the lazy man's arrows, so she's not overly worried having one leveled at her. But he knew she'd been following, and that was something to grin about, even as her hands went up in the universal sign of 'I surrender.'

Good fighter he is though, the man has to notice how her legs tense and feet re-position slightly into the less universally recognized sign of 'getting ready to dodge and attack and/or run like hell if this goes south.']

Just hate starting out being in debt, yeah? Leaves a taste.

[He doesn't recognise her at all, she might be one of the people in community housing, but he hasn't got around to cataloguing all of them yet. Which just makes his brow furrow in confusion.]

What are you talking about?

[He doesn't lower the gun, but she might notice that it's pointed at her shoulder rather than her head or chest. Incapacitate, not kill.]

You have me confused with someone else, I don't know you.

Most people I take shite from don't. Usually's fine. But you went and gave so, flips it all sideways.

[Welp, her arrows are on her back and knife in boot, so she'll take a risk and just let her hands fall and rest on her hips as she shrugs. Not much chance she'll be grabbing a weapon from that position either, and it feels more natural.]

Big squishy bed? Covers, fluffy pillows?

[He finally lets the gun drop so it's no longer trained on her, but he keeps his finger on the trigger even as it's by his side to make it easy to lift and fire should he need to at short notice.

It takes another moment or two, but what she's inferring clicks into place.]

You took the bed they assigned me.

[He grunts.]

I don't care, you don't owe me for that.

[ Hey, things no longer pointer at her! That's progress. And with most progress, when given an inch Sera takes a mile, using this lack of direct threat on her person as a cue to wander closer. Start poking around the kitchen herself.]

Hey, hey. We don't get much in this mess. Just the bed and a bit of weird rock.

[Cell phones: what are they?]

You handin' that over's like a king giving his castle. Or a cook her pot... That's not the same. Eh. Whatever. Point is, debts. So whatcha lookin' for?

[He doesn't like it when she starts to move more nonchalantly, and his eyes track her every step to make sure that she never gets in range to attack him.]

I told you, you don't owe me anything. No debt.

[She must really run on a high code of honour if she really sought him out for the use of a bed.]

Outta your hands. It's decided. Just answer, yeah? What you need. I hear gettin' on and agreeing with me makes life tons easier.

[Morally, she cannot prank a man that has done her a solid unasked for. And she can never make a promise a prank would not impact a specific individual, so...

Oh, hey. Magical cold food storage thingie. While they're here, can't hurt to take a looksie herself. Seeing how he's all Mr. Honor himself, not just taking her offer, she's not particularly concerned about turning her back to him as she pokes through.]

[This isn't something that he has any experience with whatsoever. People don't owe him favours, he's been a literal weapon for so long and then on the run, what does he even do with a favour?

It seems like it might be easiest to ask for something just to get her to back off. But what? What's the right level of something to ask for?]

Alright.

[Uh... Maybe bedding for bedding?]

A sleeping bag.

[She snorts a laugh at that, not looking up from the food storage place yet- Maker, all this lovely cold and they put carrots in there? Carrots? What is wrong with this world]

Got a spare bed, if you're just fancying a place to rest your arse.

No. If you want to pay me back, that's what I want, a sleeping bag.

[A bed is too stationary, a sleeping bag can be moved with him whenever a hiding place gets compromised.]

Right. Lacy sack it is, then.

[It's funny. Not her fault it is, it just is. But deal's a deal, she'll manage. And after all that rooting around, Sera finally discovered the freezer. And the fudge pops within.]

Ha! Brilliant, knew they had to have some good shite. You in?

[She says, one fudge pop already shoved in her mouth (half unwrapped) as she holds up another one for him to see.]

[He still can't quite figure her out, but she doesn't seem to be dangerous or overly threatening, so he reaches out to take the fudge pop from her with gloved fingers.]

Just leave it outside the main building when you get it, I'll find it.

[He's not about to give away any location to her, that's too dangerous.]

Right. A bit touched, aren't yah?

[Not judging. Everyone's mad here and all that. And it really doesn't come from a position of authority as she says it from around a mouthful of frozen fudge.]

[He thinks about being offended by that remark, but it's not as though she's wrong, so she just gets the tiniest smile in return.]

Yeah, something like that.

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