stars and no stripes

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who: Bucky and OPEN
what: Various prompts
when: Throughout December
where: Around Quarantine and just outside the perimeter
warnings: None yet, any content warnings that crop up will appear in the subject line

[i: Around Quarantine; OPEN]

[Ever since Steve went home, making the decision to leave him behind, Bucky has regretted how he behaved. He should have made more of an effort to work past his fear and paranoia, be more of a part of Steve's life. Not just Steve's life, the life that's bustling around him all the time. The people that he's met here have, by and large, been good to him. He has to stop hiding.

It's not exactly stopping hiding, but it's a step in the right direction when he decides to start prowling the streets looking for crimes to stop, or people to help. Has your character been set upon by a mugger? Got hit by a car? Accidentally dropped their ice cream? Never fear, for a threatening looking man in a ratty hoodie and torn jeans is coming to the rescue!]

[ii: A series of rooftops around Quarantine; OPEN]

[Ever since receiving an old record from Ava for Thanksgiving, an unexpected present, Bucky has felt like he should be doing something with it. It feels wrong to let a present, one of his first proper ones in a long time, just languish and gather dust in his backpack. So he's taken the second hand gramophone he got his hands on up to a variety of flat rooftops over the first couple of weeks of December, and started practising dance steps.

They're rusty. Very rusty. But they're not all completely gone, as he feared they might have been, so anyone drawn by the sounds of old 1940s music might catch sight of a man in jeans and a hoodie swing dancing on his own.]

[iii: Mission report, December 16 1991; CLOSED to Tony Stark]

[The significance of the date has passed him by. He's from before when Zemo came to drag all of that out into the open, and if he marked every day that he murdered someone then he'd do nothing else all the year round.

He's just scavenging out in one of the buildings outside of town, looking for anything useful or interesting to gather up. It's an unstable building, but he's being relatively careful as he prowls through the gloom, but he has no idea that someone else is also in the building. He climbs a set of stairs and as soon as he puts his weight on the new floor it combines with the weight of the man already there, and the whole thing cracks and collapses.

Well... great. Just great. Now he's trapped under a bunch of rubble with someone he didn't even get a good look at before everything went dark and slightly painful.]

You alive?

Comments

[buildsomething]

[All Tony had wanted was a distraction. Something to keep him from thinking too hard about the date.

He'd...not come to terms with it, he very much hadn't managed that, but Tony had at least been able to get through it before. It had been over twenty years, the ache had to fade at least a little. But that was before the old wound had been ripped wide open and been thoroughly salted. And since getting incredibly, mind-blowingly plastered would probably raise questions he didn't feel like answering, Tony had gone for burying himself in work instead. The Abandoned City was good for that kind of thing.

Or at least it was, until he finds himself with half a building on top of him.]

Debatable. [It's grunted back on pure reflex as Tony takes stock of himself. Nothing seems broken, at least. So there's a plus.

It takes a moment or so later for him to realize the voice sounds familiar, and Tony goes utterly still in the process of trying to shove a piece of plaster away. His luck can't possibly be this bad...]

Barnes?

[ i ]

[supersweet]

[ While he's met Bucky plenty of times around and about in Riverview, it still takes Jon by surprise. With a smile, he approaches the man (but keeping his distance in case Bucky wants to play it that way) ]

Hey, Bucky. Gonna do some Christmas shopping?

ii.

[krasnaya_vdova]

[Ava had tested the records, to make sure they played before she gave them to him, so the song sounds familiar when she hears it. Old forties tunes, that rising cadence and the warmth of the sound. She follows it to the source of the music, and she can't help smiling softly, leaning against the edge of the fire escape she'd jumped onto like a whisper. Her chin braced in her hands, as she watches him while he dances, partnerless.

She's sure that he's noticed her, but she stays quiet, doesn't interrupt for as long as he keeps moving. It's only when he stills that she finally straightens a little, her voice just loud enough for him to hear her from across the rooftop.]

You're pretty good.

ii

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar's passing by a building when he hears swing music coming down from the rooftop. Now, who would be out listening to that? He remembers when Bucky had played the music for him a few months ago. With a pang, he recalled it was right after Letha had left him. Is he up there on the roof? It definitely is one of the places he seems to feel most comfortable.

Fortunately, this particular building has an elevator that goes almost all the way to the top. He leaves the wheelchair behind at the short set of stairs that lead to the door out onto the roof. He opens it up with a slight creak. Ivar watches Bucky for a while, long enough for the song to peter out on the record.]

Interesting way to spend your spare time.