riverviewlogs | exorcising the ghost

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exorcising the ghost

who: Bucky and TOTALLY OPEN
what: Some spying, some clothes shopping, some rescuing
when: Throughout August
where: Quarantine
warnings: None. If any crop up, they'll go in the subject lines

[A: Open; sneaking around]

[Pierce might be gone, but that doesn't mean that Bucky feels like it's safe to relax. The man could easily have recruited, could have left planted spies and operatives behind, or files that could be very damaging in the wrong hands. He needs to make sure for himself that any of these people, or any of this information, is weeded out and dealt with appropriately.

Which is why if anyone is working in, or happens to be at, the hospital, any of the laboratories in the city, any buildings that deal with high level technology, or the perimeter guard; there's a late night visitor who definitely isn't authorised to be there. Sneaking through the hallways in black combat gear, obviously armed, and hacking into computer systems.]

[B: Open; shopping and rescuing]

[He's really trying to make an effort to get involved in life again, not just surviving. And part of that means coming into the city itself even if he hates it, making the skin between his shoulder blades itch as if a knife is coming right for him.

He's decided his first self appointed mission will be to get some new clothes, because the ones he has are falling off him from the weight he's lost hiding out for months, and have got threadbare besides. But he's also keeping an eye out for any trouble, and so if he notices anyone in danger from anything - speeding car, mugger, oddly strong breeze - he'll drop all his bags to intervene.]

[C: Closed to Tony Stark; memories]

[He's not sure whether Stark will still be willing to help him, after he blew up at him the last time and then literally disappeared for weeks on end to hide from Pierce. He's also not sure why he feels guilty, and it annoys him that he does. He's even got an apology gift tucked awkwardly under one arm, because he can vaguely remember his Ma telling him that this was the polite way to do things, and he already deeply regrets getting anything in the first place.

Too late now.

He forgoes knocking and slips into the lab, as long as he finds it open, and will take a perch on any of the nearby tables to wait for Stark to show up.]

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[ Bucky may have snuck in, but there's always someone watching. Someone who has apparently deemed him not to be a threat, considering the lack of a reaction to his presence.

Or maybe JARVIS is just trying to make a point, considering that a few moments later, Tony stumbles down the stairs from the upper floor, yawning absently. And nearly gives himself a heart attack when he very suddenly catches sight of someone just sitting there, though luckily he manages to make it to the bottom of the stairs unscathed. ]

Jesus. Where'd you come from?

[Wanda peers over the shoe rack. Oh hey, that's a familiar face, if different from the brief flashes she'd caught in Steve's memory.]

Bucky?

[She knew he was here but they haven't managed to run into each other, at least not when Bucky was actually awake. Wanda dropping by Tony's to see if she could affect the virus nanites doesn't count.]

[South is doing paperwork. The least fun part of any job, especially one as special guard. Reports of drunks, reports of what monsters were killed where and how many, nests that were around, damaged places that need further investigating to see what did it and if they need to be worried. Ya know, the usual here.

Problem is, she got half way through when she fell asleep, sprawled across the desk with datapads and food wrappers littering her space. A ferret is asleep half in her hair, half on her shoulder, until it hears a noise and starts running circles over her head and squealing quietly to her.]

Bonnie for the love of fuck, chill out-

[She starts to chide the ferret, but stops when the hair on the back of her neck sticks up, sensing she's not alone after all. She's quiet as she gets from her seat, putting Bonnie on her little ferret bed. Her hand on her pistol, she crouchs as she eases out of the office and peers down the hall. She spots the man, in his gear and lurking around like a creep. He doesn't look familiar, which isn't new, she's been out of the loop for a while,but he doesn't look like he belongs, either. So she waits until his back is to her, gets to her full 5'11 height (nearly 6' in her boots) and squares her hips and shoulders, pistol aimed]

Ya lost, pal?

Edited 2018-08-07 01:23 (UTC)

[Breq didn't intend to be in the Perimeter Guard barracks at this late-- early, by this point-- an hour. But her latest trip out into the forest, started this morning, became a bit more complicated than she'd expected, thanks to a string of unfortunate events involving her gear, sinkholes, and the usual pesky wildlife. She's unhurt, which is the only benefit to it in her mind, but she's dirty, and tired, and seriously considering finding a spare bed at the barracks, rather than making the trek across the city to her own bed in the communal housing.

As tired as she is, she might have been forgiven for not checking her surroundings quite so thoroughly, but even exhaustion doesn't keep her from having her advanced reflexes, and sharp vision. So, when her glance through the darkened doorway reveals the dim light of an emergency exit sign glancing off of the angle of a shoulder, the bulk of a body, it takes her 2.3 seconds to register it as a person, and one sneaking around, at that.]

Stop where you are.

[Spider-Man is busy doing his usual rounds, and his honed hearing is what tips him off that someone is in the records department of Riverview's diagnostics lab when he crawls along the side of the building (sometimes people are weirded out, his bad). There's not usually anybody in there at this hour, you know? It's for daytime blood tests and keeping files tucked away, or for blood drives, or medication pick-ups— or for specialty cases that require more work than the average human body. There's a little psychiatric help clinic right next door, too.

He comes down on a web, straining to hear the very faint sound of footfalls.

An unwanted visitor, huh?

He appears in the window, moonlight pouring in behind him and casting a shadow on Bucky's back. Quiet as a fucking floating feather, but he makes up for that with his knee-jerk quips:]

Hey, buddy. I'm pretty sure business hours ended a while ago! You missed out.

[ it's not quite like home, to say the least. Peggy has come a long way from her previous stay in Quarantine. Less fetching coffee, more work - would that she could say that's going well for her. It seems that with new responsibilities and more work comes her own errors, her failures and faults. Staying in the city these days feels like running away from the consequences of her own actions.

But there's work to do and where there are duties and Peggy throws herself hard into work.

It's really why she's still at work so late. Assigned to handle the perimeter guard makes it easier to focus. She's internal affairs, these days, but she does reach for her gun when she watches him.

A moment passes and then another and she doesn't allow herself to relax even when recognition comes. ]

It's been a while.

[ Seeing someone around the perimeter guard, even this late at night, isn't necessarily the most unusual thing. Jim's here, after all, still working even while Victor's already back at the house with Lucy. Late nights are a little unusual for him these days, but that's not the case for everyone— a lot of people even work through the night, whether it's by choice or because it's their assigned schedule.

What does tip Jim off is that whoever's in there with him is very obviously sneaking around, trying to stick to the shadows. Jim nearly misses them, if not for the light of one of the computer screens flicking across their face. He freezes, hiding behind a wall while peering around the corner, watching for a few good seconds.

Finally, once he's sure the guy's just going through files, he speaks up, stepping into the room. ] Can I help you with something?

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