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James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes ([personal profile] anotheroldsoldier) wrote in [community profile] riverviewlogs2017-07-20 10:57 am

[OPEN] shattered glass and black holes

who: Bucky Barnes and YOU
what: Open catch-all for the rest of the month
when: Any time after the 20th
where: Around
warnings: Fighting atm, possible description of acid rain effects.


[I. Acid Rain]
[Bucky is on his way back to the housing complex when the stormclouds gather ominous in the sky. He pauses in the street to look up, frowning, noting the strange green tinge - and then the sky opens up and lets loose. Storms are one thing, but when he feels the exposed skin of his hand and cheeks starts to blister, he scowls harder, moving the shield off his back to use as a makeshift umbrella. It's wide enough to keep him mostly covered.

At least until he spots someone uncovered in the street. If you're trying to get to shelter, Bucky will tug you under the shield and start ushering you both to hide under the nearest concrete awning.]
You don't want to let this shit touch your skin.

[II. Just Another Day at the Office]
[Bucky has been serving as a Squad Captain of Search and Rescue for over a month by now, and he's an obvious choice to head up one of the protection teams heading out into the woods to keep the payloads and their deliverymen safe. The hazmat suits they've been provided with are unattractive, but protective enough for the moment. Bucky is fully geared up, wearing his Cap suit underneath that and the extra layer of his Perimeter Guard jacket. The cowl is down for visibility's sake, but he's not exactly stealthy, carrying a large red, white and blue shield.

Thank god the rain seems to have no effect on metals. The vibranium of the shield is holding up perfectly.

The vehicle carrying the other team and their canisters of compound trundles ahead at a slow pace due to the fallen trees in the path. Bucky clicks on his radio headset, following on a cherry red Indian motorcycle that thankfully also seems fine in the rain, even if he might have to replace the leather of his seat later.]
Spread out a bit but keep the truck in sight. We want to intercept these things before they become an issue for the payload carriers.

[III. Floor 5, Blackouts]
[Several months into living in Riverview, something Bucky's roommates might have noticed about him is that he's never seemed quite settled. His bed, desk, and general area are all immaculately clean and mostly devoid of personal items. Whatever he's accrued here besides clothes, he keeps in a locked box under his bed. Maybe it makes sense, then, that he's at the kitchen table one evening with a takeout container of cold fried rice, browsing classified ads on his phone. Buildings for sale and rent, different types of housing. Nothing is set in stone, but he's casting out feelers.

Of course, in the middle of his late dinner is about when the power flickers off with a crackle, and Bucky throws his chopsticks down on the table, cursing out loud.]
Fuck. Again? [He huffs out a breath and gets up from the table to go dig in one of the kitchen drawers. If he hears one of his floormates come in, he'll say,] Hey, do we have any candles?

[IV. Gym, Blackouts]
[Bucky's gym of choice near the housing building is small, and generally does whatever it can to attract people to pay to use it. During a particularly long blackout, someone had the bright idea to fill it with battery-powered LED lamps (in safe places, not too close to the equipment or where they might be knocked down) and make a whole 'rustic' thing out of it. Apparently at least one person is fine working out in low lighting.

Bucky's on the pommel horse, running through a difficult acrobatics routine. Strength training is important, but as he gets older (and as he's gotten heavier), so is maintaining his flexibility. The shield is leaning against the wall nearby, lit by a steady LED lamp; he'll add it to the routine later, practice his return angles and throws.

The mats are open, though, if you'd like to invite him to spar in the poor light conditions. It could be good training.]


[V. Wildcard]
[Either toss a prompt at me or hit me up on plurk at [plurk.com profile] nekky for a custom prompt!]
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II

[personal profile] buildsomething 2017-07-21 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
[The minute word had gotten out about needing people for a protection team, Tony had volunteered himself. In part because going around in acid rain seemed like a perfect job for someone who liked wearing a full suit of armor, but mostly because it made more sense than just about anything else in Tony's life at the moment, so he'd take it.

He'd barely even payed attention to who he'd been grouped with, which might have been a mistake. But most of his attention was on banking through the trees -- not his favorite way to fly, but the coverage was too heavy to be able to see anything if he went over the top -- and he only realized he'd been tracking a very familiar shield when he drew up close enough to see the figure on the motorcycle.

Which meant he was even more startled when the voice that came through the headset wasn't either of the ones he was sort of expecting. To his credit, it didn't affect his flying, at least. He had been warned about this, after all.]


Do we know what exactly we're keeping an eye out for? [He draws up alongside the bike as he asks, keeping pace with it.]
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[personal profile] buildsomething 2017-07-21 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Many. [It's short but not clipped, Tony sounding distracted as he flicks through the images on his HUD. Between the rain and the apparent camouflaging, picking up on anything specific is difficult, but it's more than enough to make it very clear that there's a lot of activity out there.

Well, good. Tony veers off slightly to the side to put more space between them, though he stays even with Barnes and his bike.]


Track them down or wait for them to come out, you think? [His tone is almost more curious than anything. Wondering exactly what type of a leader Barnes is. He's past the point of pushing just for the sake looking for a reaction and he'll genuinely go along with either option, but well. He can't help wanting to know.]
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[personal profile] buildsomething 2017-07-22 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tony arches an eyebrow, unseen as it is, and follows along with the change of course.]

I have been known to be flashy. Are we playing bait now? [His tone is mild, but there's a particular emphasis on the we. Honestly, it sounds more like the kind of plan he'd come up with than anything he'd expect from Cap -- any of them. The armor can stand up to both the rain and the odd animal attack no question, but Barnes? That's a lot more uncertain.]

Or you can stay with the truck and I can lead them off. [Someone had to watch the payload, anyway.]
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[personal profile] buildsomething 2017-07-23 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Can't say he didn't try. Tony rolls his eyes then twists his way upwards, trying to gauge how far up he can go before he gets lost in the canopy. If he's going to be covering, he needs all the clear shots he can get.]

Your faith in me is touching. [And well. It kinda is, actually. Which isn't going to stop him from being sarcastic about it, but still.]

Tell me when you want me to start lighting things up.
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[personal profile] buildsomething 2017-07-25 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Sir yes sir. [Tony's not going to dignify the first part with a response.

He pulls a quick circle of the clearly to get a sense of what he's working with, then drifts into a hover a few feet over Barnes' head. Once he's sure they other man is settled, he points both hands towards the very edge of the clearing and fires both repulsors at the ground.

It's not full blast, but it's not subtle either. It's bright and loud and just enough to scorch the ground. That should definitely get them some attention.]
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[personal profile] buildsomething 2017-08-02 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Okay, the gun is new. But Tony doesn't have much time to focus on it as more of the creatures start to rush forward and he has his hands full trying to pick them off before they get too close to Barnes. The repulsor blasts put them down pretty efficiently if he hits right, but from the air it's all too easy to catch the mess of camouflaging on their backs instead. He drops down a little lower to make the careful targeting easier and slowly turns in the air to make sure all of their angles are covered.]

I think we got their attention.

[It's dry and clearly distracted, but never let it be said that Tony can't find any opportunity to run his mouth. He's getting a better read on the creatures the more they come out of hiding, though.]

Want me to chase the rest out?
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[personal profile] buildsomething 2017-08-04 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Tony gives a vague hum in reply rather than words, but it's mostly because the majority of his attention is on finding the main pack of them. It doesn't take too long for him to lock on to what seems like the largest collection of signatures, faint as they are, and Tony shifts forward just enough to fire a stronger blast behind them, forcing the creatures out of cover and into the clearing.

Of course it means that they're all heading right towards Barnes, now, but it's not like they weren't both ready for that. Tony picks a couple of them off with quick shots before they can get close, then begins to circle tightly to make sure he's got all of the creatures where he wants them.]
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[personal profile] buildsomething 2017-08-14 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's somehow completely unsurprising that Barnes immediately throws himself into the mass of creatures, though Tony can't help but give a quiet, amused huff as he catches sight of him. He does pause just long enough to verify that Barnes can definitely take care of himself before he turns his attention back to the fight itself.

He leaves the main bulk of it to Barnes, since the man seems to be happy there anyway. As vaguely familiar as a lot of his moves are, Tony hasn't fought with him before and isn't about to trust that he can guess at the man's actions well enough to be able to fire into the melee and not hit him by accident. Instead, Tony keeps an eye on the outskirts, picking off stragglers and any of the little monsters attempting to escape.

It doesn't stop him from tracking the whole lot of them, though, at least enough to twist out of the way of the shield whenever it flashes in his direction. Which means that he catches it just as one of the creatures gathers itself to leap directly towards Barnes' blind spot. Tony barely manages to get out a sharp,]
duck, [before he's firing to meet the beast mid-air. And hopefully not catching the man in the meantime.]
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[personal profile] buildsomething 2017-09-02 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well that worked out. Not that Tony had doubted it, really, but it's always gratifying when a maneuver goes off perfectly. Especially with someone Tony isn't completely used to working with. Tony nods once, for all that Barnes isn't paying attention anymore, and turns to face the rest of the clearing. The crowd of the creatures is thinning, though luckily now that their attention is fixed, none of them seem interested in running off.

He picks off a few of the more adventurous ones at the front of the pack, then darts over to start herding the remnants towards Barnes. The man seems pretty happy taking them down his his bare hands, who is Tony to deny him his fun?]
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[personal profile] buildsomething 2017-09-13 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tony hovers a moment longer, scanning the surrounding forrest himself, before he slowly drops to the ground next to Barnes.]

Should I be offended?

[There's no actual venom in it, though. Just the faint pleasure of a job well done.]

Should probably catch up with the others, just in case.
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[personal profile] buildsomething 2017-09-18 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[The helmet turns just enough for Tony to glance at him sidelong for the thanks, not quite sure what to make of it. It seems genuine, and the fight was pretty smooth as they go. Maybe Barnes is just used to working with his own universe's Iron Man. Maybe he's easily pleased.]

You're welcome. Can you find your bike or you need a lift?
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[personal profile] buildsomething 2017-09-30 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Sir yes sir.

[Tony even throws in a salute, though it's probably pretty obvious that he's being sarcastic about it. He does lift into the air with a quick flare of repulsors, though, he can be sarcastic and still agree with the order.]

Keep in touch, I'll let you know what the status is. Try not to get eaten while I'm gone.