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[closed] [mission log]

who: Bucky Barnes [616], Steve Rogers [616], Steve Rogers [MCU], Michael Scofield, Stephen Strange, Loki, Sam Wilson, and Yuri Plisetsky. Feat. Tony Stark as remote consultant.
what: Mission: Healing Spring
when: Forward-dated to the week of April 23rd-29th
where: Out in the wilds beyond the wall
warnings: Possible (definite) violence/monster attacks. Will update.

[ooc: Headers below for each 'stage' of the mission. This is going down mingle-style fast and loose. If you don't want threadjacks in a particular thread, just say so in your header, else it's all fair game. It might get chaotic, so if/when anything major happens I'll summarize up here.]

Much bickering is to be had.

Sam has cool wings.

Michael puked out a window.

Steve needs laser safety classes.

ROCK LOBSTER- I mean, golems.

Michael and Sam actually find the place.

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[The travel is hard. Long road trips are tiring, and the breaks they do take come with the work of setting up camp and making sure the area is safe. Steve tries to make that easier by collecting wood for the fire and setting up camp himself, but of course it's more than a one man job.

And then there's finding food. They want to get more than travel rations after all. He's glad to have any help he can get, although even through the hard work, everyone can see a certain energy about him. He's glad to be out on this mission. It feels like home.

Maybe a little too much like home, because suddenly he calls out:]

Heads up!

[And that would be a laser heading someone's way a bit too close for comfort.]

[This has been good for Steve. Despite the irritations of a big group in a too-small cluster, Bucky can tell that Steve seems a little less restless, a little more energetic. It's good for him too, honestly. Good to be doing something. And, if they actually find this spring, if it turns out to be all the rumors say it is, they'll have done something good.

Bucky is leaving the circle of the campsite to go help Steve with whatever he's doing, shield on his back, though he thanks god he has good enough reflexes to duck that laser, rolling to the side.]

What the hell was that!

[He wasn't aiming for Bucky, but at least he managed to avoid hitting him. Steve frowns, looking at his arm as if the device is somehow to blame for that very near disaster, and walks over to check on his friend.]

Just making sure we don't get tracked by more of the wildlife. There are some animals moving close to camp.

[Oh, and that might have been meant to spook something, but he doesn't actually say that to Bucky. Because it was a misfire.]

[Bucky is fine, and straightens up, brushing dust and dead leaves off his pants. When Steve says something is moving close to camp, though, he sharpens a little, glances out into the jungle.]

How close? Think we should go head them off at the pass?

They're circling. They haven't moved in close enough to attack yet, but they haven't moved on either. They're waiting.

[Steve says that quietly, watching the line of the jungle even though he knows they won't hear him.]

You and I should go tracking. I'll feel better if we scout around.

Waiting for us to drop our guards, I guess. [He says it quietly, ears straining for any snapping twigs or rustling foliage. Any sign of what might be thinking them an easy meal.]

Yeah, let's go see what we're dealing with.

[The trips out that they have taken have introduced Steve to a variety of strange creatures. The wildlife seems to be pretty active, and he does enjoy the excitement of the trip even if it is hard travel. There is very faint movement buried in the brush, but it is too far away to really identify. And that might just be fun too.]

I knew I could count you in. Let's see if we can scare up our visitors.

[If they flush out some animals, most likely there won't be anything to worry about, but if it is something bigger, Steve worries that they're going to be ambushed in the night. He starts walking, heading out away from their camp toward the area he saw movement last.]

[There is one thing to say for going out in Riverview - you almost never run into the same wildlife twice. Bucky has been learning quite a bit, even if it's because he's been killing quite a few aggressive predators. It's never boring around here. That helps.]

You know you can always count me in, partner. [He says with a little smile, hefting the shield. They might not be Cap and Bucky these days, but Steve will always be his partner in the ways that count.] Lead the way.

[Steve nods and takes point, heading toward the direction he saw the movement. He doesn't deploy his shield at first, traveling light so he can react more efficiently if they do come across something. Once they leave the campsite and head into the brush, he kneels down to check the ground.]

These tracks look...

[Almost like bird prints, the three-toed depressions show points of claws digging into the ground. But the weight is too heavy for a bird and the spread is longer than Steve's hand when he holds it up to the track.]

I think we've got trouble.

[Bucky stays to his 6, occasionally looking behind them to make sure nothing is coming from that direction. When Steve finds tracks, though, he stops and stoops down to look at them over his partner's shoulder, frowning.]

You know, they say birds are descended from dinosaurs. [He remarks, voice low but slightly casual at the same time. These are either giant chickens, or they're way off base and they're dinosaurs. He just wonders to what degree of aggressive they are.]

Thanks, Buck. Nice to know your imagination isn't failing.

[Steve crouches low to the ground as they move through the brush. The prints were dry and worn, from what Steve could tell, they were old. Maybe that meant that they weren't going to encounter giant chickens. Or dinosaurs, since the shape of the marks definitely reminds him of some movies he's seen in passing. And some actual prints he's seen in person--but they still seem off for that. Not quite the same. Slender.

But whatever left the tracks had large claws. That much he knows. And, judging from what they've already encountered, it could very well be another type of lizard-person. A smaller, lighter figure than the ones they've already fought.]

If we run into a pack of tyrannosaurs I'm letting you be the distraction.

[Steve smirks over his shoulder at his partner. After all, Bucky is Captain America now. Its his job to charge in and make noise, right? While he looks, Steve makes sure to check the camp behind them.]

They probably smelled our food. Wouldn't want to fall asleep with predators sniffing around this close.

[Bucky moves around a little bit to kneel down too, tracing the print lightly with his finger. It's old, definitely.] Long claws, skinny looking toes, though. Delicate bone structure? [If they're chicken feet, well, those have never seemed terribly sturdy. Worst case scenario.]

What, and take the distraction job away from you? That was always your favorite, pal. [There are some parts of the Cap job that still don't quite seem to fit him, like he's wearing someone else's shoes. Especially working alongside Steve again, he feels... less like Cap and more like Bucky.] We can go track the things down, but I hate to fuck with them any more than we already have. We're probably in their territory - these tracks are older.

[ He may be the youngest in their party by far, but Yuri has done everything he can to keep up. He doesn't complain, he works hard, and he throws himself into whatever task James asks of him.

He doesn't really listen to anyone else, but that hadn't seemed to have caused too many problems thus far. It wasn't like he was actively disruptive, either. Not like some people. ~~(Looking at you, Loki.)~~

But still, any fifteen year old kid is liable to get tired after a few days in the jungle, all of them tough. Maybe even gruelling.

Yuri had one of his purple leopard print sneakers off, sitting on a log and rubbing the arch of his foot, trying to ease their throbbing. He was no stranger to pain, and so knew the ways to relieve it, at least a little. Later he would have blamed himself for taking this moment, seeing as it meant he hadn't been paying attention to his surroundings like he should have. He'd let his guard down, because he'd figured hey- they'd stopped for a little bit. Sure they weren't camping yet, but thus far nothing had really come up. He was just glad that it was a lesson he was able to learn from, and not something that had been more... final.

At the other's shout, Yuri leapt to his feet, hand snatching at his spear where it had been resting, shoe forgotten as he whirled, trying to discern what the reason for the alarm was- and then jerking backwards, throwing himself back over the log that had been his seat to get out of the way of the laser. The log sent him sprawling, landing hard on his back and shoulders his hands clutching tightly to his spear, hugging it to his chest. His head bounced off the ground, disorienting him momentarily. ]

Shit. [ He swore, hissing and sitting up, every muscle in him feeling tense as he tried to focus his vision enough to figure out of the laser was coming back; and to check that he still had all of his limbs. That he had avoided it. ] What the HELL!

[Yuri was more dedicated and serious than a lot of kids his age might be, and despite his bristling nature, Steve appreciated his determined attitude. Maybe because he could remember having a chip on his shoulder when he was younger, and part of him respected the sour looks and stubborn curses as they made their way.

Steve jogged up after firing off the shot that sent Yuri tumbling off of his log, looking down at the Russian sprawled on the ground.]

Are you okay?

[He asked the question as if he weren't the one that just startled him into that position.]

Better be on your guard.

[That part was said with more seriousness. Not because he had nearly hit Yuri, but because there was something else. Steve looked out to the woods beyond their camp and past Yuri, along the line he had fired.]

No sudden movements. Just get up slowly.

No thanks to you. [ Yuri grumbled, but went still as the other gazed off into the woods, Yuri's own head turning as he sat up on his elbows, green eyes narrowing to try and figure out what it was that the other was seeing. ]

What? [ He snapped, but kept his voice low, throat tight as he did as he was told, making sure he kept his spear at the ready as he rolled first onto his knees, and then up onto the balls of his feet, slightly crouched. Ready. Or at least, he hoped. ]

[Steve was unmoved by the irritation in Yuri's voice. It was true, he did get close to tagging him, although Steve was also confident that his aim wasn't that poor. After all, he could throw a shield to ricochet off several targets and return to him. Yuri was safe.

Or as safe as anyone, really.]

Don't move.

[Steve crouched where he was, looking just beyond Yuri, and for a moment it didn't seem like anything would happen. Then the brush behind Yuri parted in a burst of fur and teeth, a large catlike creature snarling as it ran through, and Steve prepared to swing at it, but the predator ran past, not stopping to swipe at either human as it fled. Steve stood, frowning.]

I guess something bigger is out there.

The hell- [ He grunted, about to say more, and perhaps, to chastise Steve further. Or at least continue to insult him. But then the catlike beast was racing past them, and all of Yuri's protests and insults went out of him with a rush of air.

He almost wished that it hadn't been so keen on running off, Yuri wanted a better look at it. It had been gorgeous. ]

Wow. [ He breathed, shaking his head and managing up onto his feet properly, relaxing- just a little. ]

I don't know if that's a relief or a bigger concern. [ Yuri muttered, dragging one of his hands through his hair. ]

[Steve was at least spared some insults because of the fleeing cat, but he watched as Yuri tracked the following cat as it fled, looking after it as it left with some interest.]

Friend of yours?

[He couldn't help but ask that, seeing how Yuri apparently had an affinity big cats. After the Sampremi festival games, Steve had started thinking of Yuri as a small, angry tiger cub.]

Probably a concern. But it might be a sign we're getting closer to what we're looking for. If the spring is unnatural, maybe animals avoid it.

Not quite. [ Yuri mumbled, still gazing after where the big cat had run, before letting out a sigh and looking back to Steve with a bit of a grin. ] Pretty cool, though.

[ Yeah, someone really liked big cats. ~~As if that wasn't obvious enough from his purple leopard print sneakers, or the leopard print lining of his current jacket. Not even mentioning the giant tiger Steve had helped him bring home.~~ ]

Could be. Something rare and mystical like that- if it exists, there has to be something to guard it, right? Make sure that not every idiot can stumble along and abuse it.

[ Of course Yuri would call that cool. Steve had to smile a little at the way the young man took in the danger and appreciated the nature behind it. They might have just seen a predator, but for whatever reason Yuri's affinity for big cats outweighed the sense of danger and earned a smile from him instead. It reminded Steve of Bucky when he was younger. ]

Probably. If it wasn't guarded, I think more people would be out here searching for it. But we still don't know if it really does anything.

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