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sixthiterationlogs2016-12-16 06:52 pm
zymasoldat) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-12-16 06:52 pm
left from my dreaming was a feeling of unnameable dread [NOW CLOSED]
WHO: Bucky Barnes
WHERE: The Inn, Around the Village & Outskirts
WHEN:Mision Report: December 16th
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Nothing yet.
STATUS: Closed to new threads
i) inn
For now, Bucky lives at the inn. And, with the weather being as it is, it's also where he spends much of his time. He helps out where he can, wherever Kate will let him, and when he's not, he's practicing the little, essential skills that he's had to re-learn to accommodate his condition. At least tying his boots isn't a frustrating ordeal anymore. He can manage pretty quickly.
Right now, he's downstairs, by the fireplace, trying to tie slip knots and snares one-handed, using his shoelace for practice. The problem? There's a cat who just loves to pounce on the shoelace. Or attack Bucky's ankle. Or flop on top of any surface he's trying to use.
It's really tough to get much done with a cute little tailless tabby distracting him. And, if you walk in at just the right moment, you might see the former assassin smiling and playing with Miss Hoppity.
ii) around the village
To say that Bucky's been feeling frustrated with his role in the village is a definite understatement. For all that he hates what HYDRA did to him, it's been a part of him for so long. The metal arm, the strength, the durability, they were all included in his definition of normal. With the absence of his robot arm and the dampening of his abilities, he's been feeling off-balance. Rudderless.
It's not a new feeling, if he's being honest. The question of what kind of life he'd ever be able to make for himself has been hanging over his head ever since he broke free from HYDRA's conditioning. What can an assassin who no longer wants to kill even do? But at least back home, living off the grid, he still had his strength and both of his arms. Made it easy to get by with jobs that paid under the table. He quickly learned how fulfilling it was to do good, hard work that amounted to something more than a trail of grief and broken, lifeless bodies. Work with his hands, mostly.
The problem being that now? He's only got one. And it's making it tough to figure out what he can do without feeling like a burden. So, when the weather permits, he likes to leave the inn and check out the rest of the village, see if he can lend a hand (don't laugh) to anyone, try to find some niche he can fill and really be an asset to the village.
'Asset.' Poor choice of words.
iii) beyond the village
At first, Bucky didn't venture out of the village as a rule. He wasn't assured enough in his ability to deal with the threats the wilderness might pose to go on any expeditions or hunting trips. He's still not, really. But, over time, he's started to test the waters a little. Always during the day, always following the river, and never going too far from the village. He's not sure what he's after with these little trips. Mostly, he just wants to see the area for himself, get a better feel for it.
It's always possible he'll run into somebody else along the way.
WHERE: The Inn, Around the Village & Outskirts
WHEN:
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Nothing yet.
STATUS: Closed to new threads
i) inn
For now, Bucky lives at the inn. And, with the weather being as it is, it's also where he spends much of his time. He helps out where he can, wherever Kate will let him, and when he's not, he's practicing the little, essential skills that he's had to re-learn to accommodate his condition. At least tying his boots isn't a frustrating ordeal anymore. He can manage pretty quickly.
Right now, he's downstairs, by the fireplace, trying to tie slip knots and snares one-handed, using his shoelace for practice. The problem? There's a cat who just loves to pounce on the shoelace. Or attack Bucky's ankle. Or flop on top of any surface he's trying to use.
It's really tough to get much done with a cute little tailless tabby distracting him. And, if you walk in at just the right moment, you might see the former assassin smiling and playing with Miss Hoppity.
ii) around the village
To say that Bucky's been feeling frustrated with his role in the village is a definite understatement. For all that he hates what HYDRA did to him, it's been a part of him for so long. The metal arm, the strength, the durability, they were all included in his definition of normal. With the absence of his robot arm and the dampening of his abilities, he's been feeling off-balance. Rudderless.
It's not a new feeling, if he's being honest. The question of what kind of life he'd ever be able to make for himself has been hanging over his head ever since he broke free from HYDRA's conditioning. What can an assassin who no longer wants to kill even do? But at least back home, living off the grid, he still had his strength and both of his arms. Made it easy to get by with jobs that paid under the table. He quickly learned how fulfilling it was to do good, hard work that amounted to something more than a trail of grief and broken, lifeless bodies. Work with his hands, mostly.
The problem being that now? He's only got one. And it's making it tough to figure out what he can do without feeling like a burden. So, when the weather permits, he likes to leave the inn and check out the rest of the village, see if he can lend a hand (don't laugh) to anyone, try to find some niche he can fill and really be an asset to the village.
'Asset.' Poor choice of words.
iii) beyond the village
At first, Bucky didn't venture out of the village as a rule. He wasn't assured enough in his ability to deal with the threats the wilderness might pose to go on any expeditions or hunting trips. He's still not, really. But, over time, he's started to test the waters a little. Always during the day, always following the river, and never going too far from the village. He's not sure what he's after with these little trips. Mostly, he just wants to see the area for himself, get a better feel for it.
It's always possible he'll run into somebody else along the way.
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"How are you feeling?" she asks, her concern evidence, though she hopes not overwhelming.
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"I'm, ah..." Feeling useless? But he doesn't want to come right out the gate with that. "Still getting used to all this." He looks at Peggy with a faint smile. "I'm just glad I don't have to go at it alone."
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"I know I'm lucky to have allies here, ones that I can trust," she says, affording Barnes a smile. "I can't imagine what I would have done if not for you and Steve, but the others, too. How did Steve meet Sam Wilson, if you don't mind me asking?" she says. "And Thor and Natasha, if you know."
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Which, considering what they've got to work with, is pretty unlikely.
Peggy's question causes Bucky to stop in his tracks, because he can't answer it, not in any satisfactory way. He doesn't really know how Sam Wilson came into Steve's life, though (and he'll never tell Wilson this) he's grateful that the man did. It's good for Steve to have a friend like that, the kind that Bucky can't be anymore.
"I don't know," he admits softly. What he does know is that his first memory of Sam involves him ripping the steering wheel out of the man's car. And he remembers that Sam swooped in (literally) at the right moment to save Steve from him. And that he kept on fighting by Steve's side when he didn't have to. "The first time I saw him, he helped protect Steve from... from me."
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"Oh," is her response, singular and sharp when Barnes says what he does. "I didn't know," she says, wishing she had a file on the whole thing so that she could better understand why and how this could have happened to him? "You seem yourself again though," she notes. "Something must have changed."