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revivalproject2019-10-13 10:59 am
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01 | Video | Steve Rogers Figures out Tech
OPEN
Steve is Not a fan of this. He's locked in this ship and has no idea where everyone else is. Has no idea where Bucky or Nat or Hux or anyone else is and isn't about to thank the Agrii for their social hour, here, until he gets more information. But he also realizes that if he is freaked out then so is everyone else here. Hero training kicks in and Steve takes a deep breath before turning on his comm for the network and making a video post.
He is smiling when he comes on screen, trying to look as settled as he can. "Hey everyone. I know that this is probably upsetting, being locked in. Just keep in mind we're all in the same boat and try to look out for each other. It's not gonna last forever, remember that. Take care of your crews and just keep an eye on that clock. Once we're all free again we can make sure the Agrii realize this was not acceptable. But for now, here is what is important:
We're not alone. We're not in any immediate danger. We have food, we have water, and we have shelter. We can all reach out to those we care about and I recommend we do so as much as possible. This isn't going to last forever."
He breathes in and out before trying to smile wider.
"That's all I had to say. Feel free to contact me whenever. We're in this together, everyone."
CLOSED TO BUCKY
Not again. All Steve can think of when he wakes up without Bucky is 'Not again'. The last time this happened he'd spent a year without his friend cum lover and, facing that again, he was almost sick to his stomach imagining it. Not again. The Agrii couldn't do that to him again. Steve had no idea what he would do if they did. Part of him was terrified of what he would do. None of it would be good.
He slams his finger into name for his boyfriend and a large, panicked face of Steve fills the screen as he sends a video to what he hopes is Bucky's comm. "C'mon, c'mon...." he chants over and over, waiting to see the other man.
"Bucky...sweetheart. Please, please say you're there...."
Steve is Not a fan of this. He's locked in this ship and has no idea where everyone else is. Has no idea where Bucky or Nat or Hux or anyone else is and isn't about to thank the Agrii for their social hour, here, until he gets more information. But he also realizes that if he is freaked out then so is everyone else here. Hero training kicks in and Steve takes a deep breath before turning on his comm for the network and making a video post.
He is smiling when he comes on screen, trying to look as settled as he can. "Hey everyone. I know that this is probably upsetting, being locked in. Just keep in mind we're all in the same boat and try to look out for each other. It's not gonna last forever, remember that. Take care of your crews and just keep an eye on that clock. Once we're all free again we can make sure the Agrii realize this was not acceptable. But for now, here is what is important:
We're not alone. We're not in any immediate danger. We have food, we have water, and we have shelter. We can all reach out to those we care about and I recommend we do so as much as possible. This isn't going to last forever."
He breathes in and out before trying to smile wider.
"That's all I had to say. Feel free to contact me whenever. We're in this together, everyone."
CLOSED TO BUCKY
Not again. All Steve can think of when he wakes up without Bucky is 'Not again'. The last time this happened he'd spent a year without his friend cum lover and, facing that again, he was almost sick to his stomach imagining it. Not again. The Agrii couldn't do that to him again. Steve had no idea what he would do if they did. Part of him was terrified of what he would do. None of it would be good.
He slams his finger into name for his boyfriend and a large, panicked face of Steve fills the screen as he sends a video to what he hopes is Bucky's comm. "C'mon, c'mon...." he chants over and over, waiting to see the other man.
"Bucky...sweetheart. Please, please say you're there...."
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It's obvious and something Steve is often thankful for. He watches the complicated emotions dance on Bucky's face and, yeah. If that doesn't highlight their differences, nothing would. But it's not bad. None of it is bad. In fact, Steve exhales hard himself and shakes his head, considering how awful things could have been if Bucky had been a bit more like him.
"And you're right. I probably woulda said something. I woulda and then I'd have gotten dragged off somewhere for testing instead of fighting next to you. How many people did we save, Buck? You and me. Without you, who knows how things would have turned out. Maybe they would have unlocked the serum. Maybe every soldier would have ended up being like us."
Steve wants so badly to not be separated from Bucky. He wants so badly to touch him. He can almost taste it on the back of his throat.
"I love you, Buck. You're not me. But you're what I need."
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"You always do know what to say, dumbass. It's why I let you make all the speeches."
It's... part of the reason, anyway. But it's also true. Steve does always - or almost always - seem to know what to say. How to hit at Bucky just right, in bad ways and good.
Right now, it's good, for all that he still feels a little off kilter. And Steve's not the only one wishing they weren't separated. God, Bucky wants to touch him so badly - he isn't sure it was even ever this bad, during the war, separated by an ocean and more.
But then, they'd only been best friends, back then. Now it's more. So much more. And the look on Steve's face, the soud of his voice, they're overwhelming.
"I guess we'll find out, if any more of us show up," is really all he can say to that, because there are so many could'ves, should'ves, would'ves, it's impossible to keep them straight, or to stay sane trying to follow each one of those threads. Maybe it's better not to. Maybe it's better to stick with the two paths they'e taken, to get here, because two is certainly enough.
"You sure as hell don't need another guy just like you, you wouldn't last a day," Bucky says, laughing a little, even if there's the tiniest bit of wetness under it, and his eyes are just a little - just a little - bright through the feed. "I love you too, you dumb punk. You. For everything you are, when it's easy - and when it's hard. God knows we got more of one than the other."
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"When we get outta here, I'm gonna get revenge for that dumb punk comment," he says. His face is all warm affection which suggests just what form that revenge will be in. Steve sighs a little and lays back onto his bed, eyes not leaving Bucky's face.
"Maybe we should try that whole...you stay on the comm overnight so I can hear you snore?"
He doesn't care if it's sappy and pathetic. He misses his boyfriend and still has days to go before he can hold him again. He'll handle being accused of being clingy and sentimental.
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But the truth is... the truth is, that's the truth. He wants Steve here, with him, whether it's to smack him on the arms - or kiss him smack on the lips. Or something else. Anything and everything is pretty much fine with Bucky, as long as Steve's close by to do it.
And at Steve's suggestion, he blows out a soft breath, that smile turning softer, too, as he slides down to curl up on the bunk. "Yeah, sure. We can try that." He can't say how many nights he fell asleep to the sound of Steve's breathing - when they were younger, he was always trying to just make sure another breath actually came after the last.
During the war, he was just glad to hear that every breath was clear, easy, wheeze-free.
And now... now, he can't say it won't be just as comforting for him as it seems like it'll be for Steve. "Hope I don't bother your bunkmates," he points out, sarcastically, although he doesn't snore (he's pretty sure) so it's a moot point. "I'm still surprised you don't, with the number of times your nose's been broken."