everybody was kung fu fightin;

[freightcars]

WHO: Bucky Barnes
WHERE: The Inn - Open Space / Fitness Area
WHEN: 06/20/1018
OPEN TO: Benny
WARNINGS: violence / adult themes.

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Through all of his time here so far, Bucky's started to develop something of a rhythm. A routine that's so regular it's almost uncomfortable; waking up with the sun, watching it rise through the window in his room. Eating breakfast with the other quiet early risers in the dining room of the Inn, usually by himself but occasionally with company. In the morning before the sun bears down and it gets too hot he likes to run, usually making laps around the town at a pace not quite up to his norm before he got here but fast enough to make even an athletic man balk. He typically does another chore after, usually something he's the most physically apt to do like chop wood or help Clint build whatever he's working on that day. After sweating through his clothes entirely he bathes, changes, has lunch, and does some exploring, cooking, cleaning, whatever needs done.

Not today. Today it's raining, not just a light drizzle but rather scattered thunderstorms that roll through the area, drenching the ground, muddying everything and making running an impossibility. It's the first time his mind's not occupied with a schedule, and a restlessness settles deep into him immediately. It's directly following that feeling that the change happens.

Slowly at first, but gradually speeding, he feels... no, he sees a line forming along the ground. It's beautiful, a blue, pulsating fairy light, a comforting looking thing leading from his table, across the dining hall, and around the corner. He glances around, but nobody else seems to notice it. The one stranger he asks gives him a funny look, and with that established he assumes he's the only one who can see it.

And so he follows it carefully. It may feel comforting, it may scream in his gut that it's the right place to go and he should definitely, absolutely go there, but he's suspicious of it's origins and intentions. It leads him down the hall and toward an open room with plentiful space and only one inhabitant. It's a familiar face, one of the first people he'd met here and one he occasionally sees around the halls.

Benedict stands motionless in a strange pose that seems to flex ligaments most people wouldn't think possible, one Bucky distantly recognizes as something he's seen in the back of his mind, a distant memory when they were teaching him to fight that he's since blocked out. Beneath Benedict's body, the light pulses one final, sure time before fading to a dim, barely noticeable circle around him.

He realizes then that he's been staring for a couple of seconds worldessly and his mouth drops open, head ducks, eyes flit away immediately.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt, I just-" His brow furrows, replaying the events in his mind, eyes flitting to the line and back up again. "You seen anything... weird today?"