[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

[ikols]

Tweet, tweet.

[ Guess which godling is suddenly leaning against that tree, right there. Yes, that one, where no one stood before.

They haven't really spoken in private since their shared breakfast which ended on sourer terms than it began. During this adventurous trek, Loki has envied Sam his bouts of flight and found the jetpack-wings have drawn his attention more than any graceless mistakes he could needle for fun; now that he has an unobstructed view and it's not as he suspected, not at all because those aren't something he can steal (so easily), he cocks his head. ]

Maybe you should have requested reinforced legs, Falcon. We could have renamed you the Emu. Way scarier.

[wingedman]

Please. If I get anything, it'll be knives on my feet, and then you can call me the Cassowary.

[...what? Sam likes birds, he knows things about them. And while falcons are much cooler-looking than cassowaries, the latter are birds you definitely don't fuck with.

Sam reaches around to his back, rubbing the salve on the sore skin. It's mostly healed by now, but being under the weight of the harness all day makes it tender.]

Is this my appointed slot of Loki-bothering time?

[ikols]

[ Since he can't seem to do anything but bother the Avenge-bros, he nods amiably without a shred of real visible reaction. ]

Can you never cut those things free from your body? Are you stuck like that forever, a man-bird cyborg?

[wingedman]

It can be reversed with another operation, they said. [Sam shrugs, then winces as he regrets the motion.] Once it heals, it'll be more convenient than the jetpack. A lot less weight on my back, although I gotta get Stark to make me a new carrier for Redwing. And faster in emergencies, too.

[ikols]

What if someone decides they want what you have, while it's still connected to you?

[wingedman]

[Uh.]

Wouldn't work too well for them, for one thing.

[As for the other, there's suddenly a gun in Sam's left hand. Useless against Loki, he's sure - he doesn't even bother to click the safety off - but he's going to make the point nonetheless.]

I don't know about the Sam you're used to, but I got a whole lot of military training behind me. [Not just with guns, but with knives and fists and feet, too.]

[ikols]

[ Quick eyes flick to the gun, hands raising in a playful Don't Shoot gesture. Loki arches a brow. ]

I'm just saying, you've made yourself a target of worth. [ Can he resist this next part? He could, but, ] Felt like you had none, surrounded by super-soldiers? Is that why you upgraded?

[ Funny how such a word can sound so dirty, implying Sam's choices were flawed, but that's Loki's angle. To seek out the truth. ]

[wingedman]

[As quickly as it appeared, the gun is reholstered. Sam simply purses his lips at Loki's words. The god isn't entirely wrong, and Sam suspects he knows that. But like hell he'll admit to it.]

It seemed interesting - closest I'll ever get to unaided flight, anyway. [And maybe he could've had unaided flight, but come on, who wants to deal with all that flapping?] If it all goes wrong, you can just call me Icarus.

[ikols]

[ That's not a real answer and Loki's smirk shows it. He tosses his hair, lightening the mood with a careless huff. ]

Whatever, 'Thou doest thou' as we say in Asgardia. Can I see your jetpack now that you're not wearing it?

[ Wanting to get his hands on it. ]

[wingedman]

You can look at it. I don't recommend putting it on.

[For the same reasons why trying to steal his new wings would be a bad idea. Sam finishes smearing the cream on his back, pulls his sweat-soaked shirt back over his head with a grimace.]

Can't you just grow wings if you want to fly?

[ikols]

[ Crouching in front of the jetpack, his fingertip hovers over the line of it (without touching okay!!) and he blinks when the suggestion of wings is made. Snorts under his breath. ]

It doesn't work that way, I'm not the winged type.

[ More the land-bound, slithering, skulking sort. Besides, turning into anything with actual wings would be freaky as fuck post-soulless magpie, not that Sam knows that. ]

[wingedman]

Hey, I don't know what the limitations of your shapeshifting are. For all I know, you could turn into a winged horse if you wanted.

[He pauses a moment, then asks:]

Does Thor really have goats? I've never had the chance to ask him.

[ikols]

Not a winged one. [ There was that one time he was a unicorn, but. Circumstances!!

Mildly surprised, he nods as he looks over at Sam. ]

Toothgnasher and Toothgrinder, as big as horses. Bound by a magical bridle so they don't eat him. [ Sam can guess who helped with that contraption. ] Why do you ask now?

[wingedman]

Curiosity about mythology. Why would the goats eat him?

[...most goats Sam's met aren't inclined to eat people.]

[ikols]

Because they're psychopaths. [ Wild AF. ] Step outside Midgard sometime, like onto this moon, and you'll see more than you expect in all sorts of places.

[wingedman]

Fair enough. Goat eyes are creepy.

-you seen any of those weird creatures that guy on the network was talking about? The Pokemon?

[ikols]

Some, but I've already caught them all in the game.