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riverviewlogs2017-04-12 12:18 am
anotheroldsoldier) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-04-12 12:18 am
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[closed] See the way you hold yourself
who: Bucky Barnes [616] and Yuri Plisetsky
what: The day after his surprise birthday party, Yuri has Anger Issues.
when: 4/12, early morning
where: A gym near the housing building.
warnings: Feelings.
[It's early, barely 5:30 in the morning, and the sky is still dark, but Bucky Barnes has been awake for at least an hour. He took his run alone today, but he has a standing appointment at the gym with Yuri for most mornings, including today. The gym he frequents is well-equipped, but quiet - the customer base mostly save their workouts for the evenings after work, which is why he likes it so much.
Waiting on Yuri to arrive, no doubt after his own run, he's spread out on the mat going through some deep stretches, loosening up for the workout to come. He's thinking maybe some acrobatics today, some time on the pommel horse and the rings perhaps, but generally, Bucky wings it with the program. He's flexible - both figuratively and literally, looking at ease in his stretches, loose and casual. His hair is still damp with sweat from his run, but he's shed his track jacket for just his sweatpants, socks, and a thin tank-top.
Bending into a lunge on the mats, he checks the clock again, but that's when he hears the door clang shut.]
what: The day after his surprise birthday party, Yuri has Anger Issues.
when: 4/12, early morning
where: A gym near the housing building.
warnings: Feelings.
[It's early, barely 5:30 in the morning, and the sky is still dark, but Bucky Barnes has been awake for at least an hour. He took his run alone today, but he has a standing appointment at the gym with Yuri for most mornings, including today. The gym he frequents is well-equipped, but quiet - the customer base mostly save their workouts for the evenings after work, which is why he likes it so much.
Waiting on Yuri to arrive, no doubt after his own run, he's spread out on the mat going through some deep stretches, loosening up for the workout to come. He's thinking maybe some acrobatics today, some time on the pommel horse and the rings perhaps, but generally, Bucky wings it with the program. He's flexible - both figuratively and literally, looking at ease in his stretches, loose and casual. His hair is still damp with sweat from his run, but he's shed his track jacket for just his sweatpants, socks, and a thin tank-top.
Bending into a lunge on the mats, he checks the clock again, but that's when he hears the door clang shut.]
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The words hit him directly in a hurt of his own, deep down, and he exhales a breath like it's been punched out of him. Those thoughts echo a lot of his own thoughts about himself, past and present. They don't look the same, and they don't have the same experiences, but it's like looking in a mirror all the same.] Oh, kiddo. [He gets medicinal wipes from the first aid kit and draws Yuri back to the mats to sit, taking one of his hands to inspect the damage and wipe away some of the blood. His metal hand is just as careful as the flesh one.]
I... know how hard it can be. To feel like you're living in someone else's shadow, tryin' to live up to the world's expectations. [He blows out another breath like he's trying to get his thoughts together, struggling for the words to say. Struggling with the decision whether or not to reveal his own vulnerabilities and soft, easily-hurt bits.] I never wanted to be Captain America. That was always Steve, to me. To the rest of the world, too. Tryin' to fill his shoes, tryin' to be him... I can't do it.
I still have days thinkin' I'm not good enough. I don't know if those thoughts ever go away. [He closes his eyes for a moment and drags a hand through his damp hair.] You just... gotta do what you need to do, and not try to be someone you can't be.
All I can really tell you is that here, with me, you're enough.