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Entry tags:
- marvel (616): bucky barnes,
- marvel (mcu): bucky barnes,
- marvel (mcu): steve rogers,
- ✖ dc comics (preboot): dick grayson,
- ✖ dc comics (rebirth): jonathan kent,
- ✖ dceu: clark kent,
- ✖ ensemble stars!: eichi tenshouin,
- ✖ marvel (616): stephen strange,
- ✖ marvel (616): tony stark,
- ✖ naruto: suigetsu houzuki,
- ✖ original: líadan ní donnabháin,
- ✖ original: shai ebbisaryn,
- ✖ the last of us: ellie,
- ✖ vampire: the masquerade: fatima merali,
- ✖ vikings: ivar ragnarsson
missing pieces
who: Bucky Barnes (MCU), Ivar Ragnarsson, Dick Grayson, Stephen Strange, Ellie, Tony Stark, Suigetsu Houzuki, Clark Kent, Fatima Merali, Eichi Tenshouin, Shai Ebbisaryn, Steve Rogers (MCU), Líadan Ní Donnabháin, Bucky Barnes (616), and Jonathan Kent
what: Various prompts
when: April 1st/2nd
where: Abandoned city
warnings: Probable violence
note: Though this log has closed prompts, if you would like to do anything with Bucky please just send me a PM or hit me up at
bibbety and I will be more than happy to add in a prompt for you!
[i: Sparring partners; CLOSED to Ivar Ragnarsson]
[Bucky spends a lot of his time out in the abandoned city, even sleeping there some nights when the feel of people all around him becomes a bit too much to handle. He's doing better than he was when he arrived here, he's even spoken to Steve fairly courteously once, but he's got a long way to go and he still prefers to do it alone.
Which is why he's out in the city training himself, running between buildings, jumping and vaulting various debris fields, and occasionally testing his acrobatic skills with flips and kicks off one surface to catch hold of another. What he's not expecting, after jumping one particularly large gap between rooftops, is to land by a man on the ground.
At first he thinks it's someone hurt, until he recognises the man that fought him when he was recently arrived and remembers how he couldn't use his legs. It's pretty impressive that he got up this far, let alone out here to the abandoned city in the first place.]
You okay?
[He was just going to go, but maybe Ivar really is hurt and can't get down.]
[ii: Meals on wheels; CLOSED to Dick Grayson]
[There have been a couple of times while Bucky has been skulking around the city that he's seen the man he doused in yoghurt, still patrolling in that costume. He knows his name now, made sure to look it up based on the usernames and the apartment - Dick Grayson. Not that he plans on using it, he just likes to have all the information, it can be the difference between life and death.
But what he doesn't realise is that he's the one that's been spotted tonight by Dick, as he slips out into the abandoned city and turns into one of the nearby ruins. A sleeping bag and rucksack are already stashed there, along with a surprising array of weapons. He slides into his sleeping bag, sat up against the wall, completely unaware that he's not alone... for now.]
[iii: Magic and Mayhem; CLOSED to Stephen Strange]
[Bucky has very few things that he would count as personal possessions. His weapons, clothes, and sleeping bag were all just tools that could pass in and out of his ownership without him caring that much. Though he would never like to be unarmed, he could always find more weapons if he lost these.
But he had a book that was precious to him. Just a tattered little notebook which was a quarter full of news clippings of all the various Avengers, some information both bought and stolen from the Smithsonian gift shop, and several choppy paragraphs in his own handwriting. Notes on information he's found out, memories that have resurfaced, that sort of thing.
He's sitting on the rooftop of one of the buildings in the main city, riffling through the book, when a sudden gust of wind catches it and sends it out of his hands and over the side to land at either at the feet of, or directly on the head of, the poor unsuspecting person walking by.
Sorry, Stephen.]
[iv: Dance lessons; CLOSED to Ellie]
[The flower festival isn't exactly Bucky's natural habitat, but he keeps finding himself drawn to the dance lessons and performances in the various open park areas. He doesn't really remember dancing himself, it's definitely not something the Soldier has ever done even though he has the dexterity for it, but it feels familiar.
So even though spending so much time in the crowds goes against a lot of his instincts, Bucky keeps finding himself back in the throng.
It's where he is that morning, sat with his back against a tree to make it slightly harder to sneak up on him from behind, intently watching a couple perform an exhibition piece in the style of swing dancing. These are the ones he likes the best, the ones that feel the most oddly familiar, and he has an almost peaceful expression as he watches.]
[v: Running into you; CLOSED to Tony Stark]
[Bucky spends a lot of his time either hiding, skulking in the shadows, or moving at a carefully steady pace through crowds so as not to attract attention. But sometimes he just needs to blow off steam, sometimes he just needs to burn through the excess energy that the bastardised serum gives him.
Which is why he's running.
He's at least chosen a time when he doesn't think anyone else will be near the outskirts of the city, and he's running down side streets and back alleys rather than the main streets, but he is pushing himself all out. Running faster than a normal human could, vaulting trash cans and practically skidding around corners.
It's probably lucky he hasn't crashed into anyone before now...]
[vi: Festival Fun; CLOSED to Suigetsu Houzuki]
[This festival, much like the last festival, is a good place to gather free food. The stall vendors are often so busy that they don't notice a little something here or there going missing, and lots of people end up buying food that they can't finish and just abandon. Which is why one suspicious hobo type is now casually wandering the picnic area, stooping as if to tie his shoe every so often when he's really stealing leftovers.
Don't mind him...]
[vii: A serious talk; CLOSED to Clark Kent]
[See the comments for starter.]
[viii: Kites and trees; SEMI-OPEN to anyone plotted with on the CR meme]
[Bucky has spent most of the flower festival skirting the main events, on the fringes of the crowds, or watching from a distance. But some things keep drawing him in deeper, like leftovers at the picnic area, or dance contests, or the smell of food.
To anyone wandering, he can be found in the following places:
i) staring into the window of a bakery as if the pies on display have the answer to life.
ii) up a tree in the park, watching a dance demonstration like a skulking creeper
iii) flying a kite that he got pressured into buying, sitting on the grass in a relatively secluded area. If this kite accidentally drops and wraps around your character, more's the pity.]
[ix: Football; CLOSED to Jonathan Kent]
[Bucky doesn't look like someone who's in the park to play a nice game of football... for one, he doesn't actually have a football. He's also skulking under the trees, wearing a long hoodie and gloves despite the warm weather, and is looking around at everyone entering the park as if they might be a threat to him.
But he said he wanted to do this, so he's here.
Even after he got the message from Clark that said he had somewhere else to be that morning, he was sorry, but hopefully Bucky could still have fun with Jonathan. Which was why Bucky was skulking out of place, waiting for a kid and hoping that said kid brought a football with him. Or they might be kind of scuppered.]
what: Various prompts
when: April 1st/2nd
where: Abandoned city
warnings: Probable violence
note: Though this log has closed prompts, if you would like to do anything with Bucky please just send me a PM or hit me up at
[i: Sparring partners; CLOSED to Ivar Ragnarsson]
[Bucky spends a lot of his time out in the abandoned city, even sleeping there some nights when the feel of people all around him becomes a bit too much to handle. He's doing better than he was when he arrived here, he's even spoken to Steve fairly courteously once, but he's got a long way to go and he still prefers to do it alone.
Which is why he's out in the city training himself, running between buildings, jumping and vaulting various debris fields, and occasionally testing his acrobatic skills with flips and kicks off one surface to catch hold of another. What he's not expecting, after jumping one particularly large gap between rooftops, is to land by a man on the ground.
At first he thinks it's someone hurt, until he recognises the man that fought him when he was recently arrived and remembers how he couldn't use his legs. It's pretty impressive that he got up this far, let alone out here to the abandoned city in the first place.]
You okay?
[He was just going to go, but maybe Ivar really is hurt and can't get down.]
[ii: Meals on wheels; CLOSED to Dick Grayson]
[There have been a couple of times while Bucky has been skulking around the city that he's seen the man he doused in yoghurt, still patrolling in that costume. He knows his name now, made sure to look it up based on the usernames and the apartment - Dick Grayson. Not that he plans on using it, he just likes to have all the information, it can be the difference between life and death.
But what he doesn't realise is that he's the one that's been spotted tonight by Dick, as he slips out into the abandoned city and turns into one of the nearby ruins. A sleeping bag and rucksack are already stashed there, along with a surprising array of weapons. He slides into his sleeping bag, sat up against the wall, completely unaware that he's not alone... for now.]
[iii: Magic and Mayhem; CLOSED to Stephen Strange]
[Bucky has very few things that he would count as personal possessions. His weapons, clothes, and sleeping bag were all just tools that could pass in and out of his ownership without him caring that much. Though he would never like to be unarmed, he could always find more weapons if he lost these.
But he had a book that was precious to him. Just a tattered little notebook which was a quarter full of news clippings of all the various Avengers, some information both bought and stolen from the Smithsonian gift shop, and several choppy paragraphs in his own handwriting. Notes on information he's found out, memories that have resurfaced, that sort of thing.
He's sitting on the rooftop of one of the buildings in the main city, riffling through the book, when a sudden gust of wind catches it and sends it out of his hands and over the side to land at either at the feet of, or directly on the head of, the poor unsuspecting person walking by.
Sorry, Stephen.]
[iv: Dance lessons; CLOSED to Ellie]
[The flower festival isn't exactly Bucky's natural habitat, but he keeps finding himself drawn to the dance lessons and performances in the various open park areas. He doesn't really remember dancing himself, it's definitely not something the Soldier has ever done even though he has the dexterity for it, but it feels familiar.
So even though spending so much time in the crowds goes against a lot of his instincts, Bucky keeps finding himself back in the throng.
It's where he is that morning, sat with his back against a tree to make it slightly harder to sneak up on him from behind, intently watching a couple perform an exhibition piece in the style of swing dancing. These are the ones he likes the best, the ones that feel the most oddly familiar, and he has an almost peaceful expression as he watches.]
[v: Running into you; CLOSED to Tony Stark]
[Bucky spends a lot of his time either hiding, skulking in the shadows, or moving at a carefully steady pace through crowds so as not to attract attention. But sometimes he just needs to blow off steam, sometimes he just needs to burn through the excess energy that the bastardised serum gives him.
Which is why he's running.
He's at least chosen a time when he doesn't think anyone else will be near the outskirts of the city, and he's running down side streets and back alleys rather than the main streets, but he is pushing himself all out. Running faster than a normal human could, vaulting trash cans and practically skidding around corners.
It's probably lucky he hasn't crashed into anyone before now...]
[vi: Festival Fun; CLOSED to Suigetsu Houzuki]
[This festival, much like the last festival, is a good place to gather free food. The stall vendors are often so busy that they don't notice a little something here or there going missing, and lots of people end up buying food that they can't finish and just abandon. Which is why one suspicious hobo type is now casually wandering the picnic area, stooping as if to tie his shoe every so often when he's really stealing leftovers.
Don't mind him...]
[vii: A serious talk; CLOSED to Clark Kent]
[See the comments for starter.]
[viii: Kites and trees; SEMI-OPEN to anyone plotted with on the CR meme]
[Bucky has spent most of the flower festival skirting the main events, on the fringes of the crowds, or watching from a distance. But some things keep drawing him in deeper, like leftovers at the picnic area, or dance contests, or the smell of food.
To anyone wandering, he can be found in the following places:
i) staring into the window of a bakery as if the pies on display have the answer to life.
ii) up a tree in the park, watching a dance demonstration like a skulking creeper
iii) flying a kite that he got pressured into buying, sitting on the grass in a relatively secluded area. If this kite accidentally drops and wraps around your character, more's the pity.]
[ix: Football; CLOSED to Jonathan Kent]
[Bucky doesn't look like someone who's in the park to play a nice game of football... for one, he doesn't actually have a football. He's also skulking under the trees, wearing a long hoodie and gloves despite the warm weather, and is looking around at everyone entering the park as if they might be a threat to him.
But he said he wanted to do this, so he's here.
Even after he got the message from Clark that said he had somewhere else to be that morning, he was sorry, but hopefully Bucky could still have fun with Jonathan. Which was why Bucky was skulking out of place, waiting for a kid and hoping that said kid brought a football with him. Or they might be kind of scuppered.]
iv;
She skirts around the outsides of any large gathering. She keeps her hand on her knife in her pocket. She wears clothing that's layered to make her look bigger than she is like some fucking cat puffed up for a fight, and everyone she sees gets visually shaken down for a weapon.
It's necessary, but exhausting. She's found herself some cotton candy to buy and has taken to wandering around the fringes of where people are gathered. Her guard doesn't exactly go down, but it becomes a less imminent and looming thing the longer she ambles about, and eventually she finds her way to her weird little friend.
She bites her lip, certain he's seen her before she saw him. It's not exactly out of hesitation, she's just trying to decide whether she should go get him some cotton candy too, or if he'd be gone by the time she got back. So she opts to just head towards him, plop down beside him on the ground and hold out the stick of wispy blue candy floss.]
Hey.
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Which is why he's still sitting there when she sinks down next to him, and why he reaches out with his ever-gloved hands to take the stick.]
Hey.
[He pulls off a piece and puts it in his mouth, nose immediately wrinkling.]
That's disgusting.
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[She doesn't really like it either, and she mirrors his expression without really meaning to.]
For me too. That's why I'm enlisting your help. Wouldn't want it to go to waste, right?
[Sometimes, the amount of food she's seen other people throw away here pisses her off so badly she has to remind herself not to yell at them on the spot. They don't know what it means, after all, and who's she to get mad over it anyway? The only behaviour she can regulate is her own.]
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He's not too bothered about wasting food, though he doesn't often get the chance to with how high his metabolism is and how little he gets to eat, but he can see that it does bother her and so he rips off a chunk before offering the stick back.]
You didn't have anyone else to torture with this?
[That's almost a joke. It's so unlike him, but something about watching the dancing has put him nearly in a good mood.]
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Maybe I just like your company.
[Oh, now she is definitely teasing him.]
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[And that's still only half a joke, because if she's seeking him out then she really does need to find some better people to spend her time with. He's not anyone's first pick for company these days.
Well... maybe Steve, but Steve is compromised and clinging to the memory of a person that Bucky isn't any longer.]
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Clark, maybe. But otherwise... it's not like she can relate to people at the best of times. At least not the ones here. She just shrugs a little, and rolls a little piece of candy floss between her fingers until it's a compact blue ball.]
Or maybe I like the ones I have and they just gotta deal.
[Somewhere between arrows and knives and shared meals over a fire she's decided this weird dude is one of Her People. Congrats, 'Mark'.]
You smell better.
[tact thy name is...]
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I showered.
[He's not even slightly offended.
He shifts, his pant leg rucking up a bit to show the splint underneath for a second before he pulls it down.]
You been practising with your bow?
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Right. He'd asked her something, hadn't he?]
I-- uh. Yeah. I mean, here and there, it's not like I'm making a job out of it.
[But she isn't good at sitting idle. She sneaks out a lot, mostly in the middle of the night, just to come sit in the forest away from the city. Sometimes that involves practice, sometimes it doesn't.
She gestures at his leg.]
What happened?
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He shrugs.]
I broke my leg.
[He decided to kick Clark and found out that Kryptonians are a lot harder than they look.]
It's healing.
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Okay, healing, sure. But did you actually get it looked at or did you just set it yourself off in the jungle somewhere?
[She's decided this is a very real concern where he's concerned, okay.]
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I had help.
[Steve snapped it into place in a back alley, and Taako gave him a splint. Not exactly proper medical care.]
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Are you gonna be all right?
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[He says that so normally, like running around on a broken leg is just standard. He follows her gaze.]
You like the dancers?
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You are one fucking impossible dude. Look, just-- I don't know, if it gets infected or something, at least come see me. I'm pretty good with that kind of thing. First aid and all.
[Trial by fire. She supposes she got lucky with Joel after he took a piece of rebar to the gut. Also that is the most obvious attempt at changing the subject she's half tempted to ignore it and just needle him about the leg thing, but. He'd looked so at ease when she showed up to sit with him, and he doesn't flinch from gunshots.
Physical pain is rarely permanent in a way you can't live with. So she lets it go.]
And yeah, I mean-- they're all right.
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You ever dance?
[The question is surprisingly soft, eyes still fixed on where the couple demonstrating are now doing the Lindy Hop.]
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[She rips off another hunk of cotton candy and eats it in small bites to bide her time.]
Don't you think I'm a little young for that kind of thing?
[Maybe if she knew him better she'd have said the truth, just once.]
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[He notices she hasn't actually answered the question, but he'll let her get away with it for the moment.]
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[She was never really one for celebration. Her birthday came and went while she and Joel were on the road and she didn't bother bringing it up. Maybe they'd been together long enough for him to give a shit at that point, but she wasn't eager to find out.]
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[He glances sidelong at her, waiting for a reply to his initial question. Has she danced?]
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So she takes a deep breath.]
Yeah. Just once. And it was a long time ago, anyway.
['A long time ago' to a teenager is a little more than a year, but still.]
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I think I used to dance a long time ago, too.
[Maybe. He doesn't really remember, just the smokey atmosphere of the dance halls, and an ever-changing parade of gals in nice dresses.]
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She leans over and bumps his shoulder companionably. He won't say it, but she will.]
Wanna give it a try? When your leg's not all fucked up?
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You want to dance with me?
[The thought is almost laughably ludicrous. Like using a chainsaw to cut food, he's a weapon, he's not made for this kind of activity any more.]
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Well sure. I bet you cut a real mean rug when you put your mind to it. That's the phrase, right? Cutting rugs?
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