[closed] [mission log]

[anotheroldsoldier]

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.

Comments

[anotheroldsoldier]

[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.]

[livingsymbol]

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.

[anotheroldsoldier]

[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.