revivalproject | A trio of Billy Event prompts~

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A trio of Billy Event prompts~

WHO:Billy Kaplan, OTA
WHERE: Temba- Various
WHAT: Event, in which Billy's powers go nuts and he needs rescuing
WHEN: Through out the event
WARNINGS: TBD

Free Falling

What was that noise? Billy stepped out with a frown as he tried to identify the source of the screaming, concerned and more than a little anxious.

Was that the moon??

He hardly had time to wonder what weird new thing was going on before suddenly he found his feet lifting up off the ground. It was a familiar sensation, but never one that had happened without his control, and Billy tried to steer himself back down with little success. Why were his powers working now? Or...not working??

He floated higher, like a balloon let loose by a crying a child, and cried out in surprise when he suddenly plummeted several feet. Thankfully, he started floating again before he hit the ground, but his eyes were wide with panic now, releasing at any moment they might cut out again.

When the bough breaks

Wanting to avoid the same fate, Billy had stayed inside the next night, occasionally floating up to the ceiling, but safely contained, feeling proud that he'd out smarted this latest insanity when suddenly he spontaneously teleported without meaning to.

One second he was in bed and the next he was high in the sky over the trees of the forest.

He desperately muttered spells, but his magic refused to obey him, sparks jumping randomly from his finger tips before he fell, smashing into/through several thick branches before he managed to catch hold of one.

He clung to it with a groan as he tried to catch his breath, and when he opened his eyes he paled when he saw just how high he still was.

"...Hello?" he called. He'd never been scared of heights before, but they suddenly seemed a lot more scary when you couldn't fly.

All tied up

Another of Billy attempts to protect himself seemed to have gone wrong.

He was tethered to a tree branch, looking more than a little exhausted, the rope tangled from his repeated ups and downs, leaving him hanging upside down and currently unable to free himself.

There was a small pile of seemingly random objects littering the ground beneath him- comics, a retro refrigerator, a bowling pin- his magic randomly conjuring without his control.

He sighed and raised a hand in a weak wave at being discovered. "...Can you help me down?" he asked sheepishly.

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While the Soldier had gotten one friend on the train to Sh'Ka, the other was still in Temba. And as far as he knew, Beck was still here; that necessitated the Soldier staying close, did it not? Regardless, he had been ordered to act normally; normally, he would seek out Billy to make sure he was safe. Therefore, while he couldn't tell Billy of his own compromised state, he could watch out for his friend.

Plus, something buried deep under the Winter Soldier programming needed to see Billy with his own eyes, after the illusion that drew him into the trap.

A fortunate thing he was out and about then; he couldn't mistake the figure floating, falling, floating in the air half a mile away. He broke into a run that was half parkour over the broken landscape, cursing when he rolled an ankle on a landing. The storm affected his strength as well, seemingly, but the Soldier would not be deterred.

"Billy!" he called out when he got closer. Could the other man will himself down? He didn't know.

"Soldier?? Nnn-" Billy gave a stunted cry as he fell another few feet only to freeze, eyes squeezed shut tight against an impact that never came. This was ruining his nerves.

He anxiously peered through his lashes, and twisted in an attempt to control the magic. "I thought you were in Sh'Ka- I can't- hh-" Another sudden drop had his stomach in his throat. "...I really don't like this."

He would have been in Sh'Ka. He should have been in Sh'Ka. But he'd also been ordered to regular check ins with Beck, and with not knowing how long the storm would last, the Soldier couldn't return to Sh'Ka; it would have been defying orders.

"I had been getting supplies." Hopefully Billy was too preoccupied with his own situation to examine that too closely; the Soldier could have dropped what he was doing and gotten to the train. "Stay calm. Don't think about falling; I will catch you. Just breathe instead."

Billy nodded and tried to breathe. It was a testament to his trust in Soldier that it did seem to calm him, at least a little.

"I think I'm oka-" he started, before his magic abrupt conjured a piano, which tumbled down towards Soldier. "No-!" he tried to warn, gesturing fruitlessly to try and stop it with magic that refused to work for him.

Calm was, in his mind, the most important. He could manage whatever Billy's magic threw at him (or so he believed). And the sooner he saw Billy safe, the sooner he could return to his compelled orders of watching out for Beck.

Of course, his belief in himself was tested a moment later when a piano appeared out of nowhere. He dodged out of the way, having to roll at the end of the motion to avoid splintering wood and suddenly untensioned wires. "Breathe! Don't look, just breathe."

"Nnn-" Billy squeezed his eyes shut at Soldier's command, breathing heavily, fists clenched anxiously.

"Are you all right? I didn't mean to-"

"I can handle anything you throw at me." Not that Billy threw anything deliberately, but it was his magic the storm apparently abused. Perhaps they were all fortunate in just a few conjured items and not a whole magical world.

"Breathing, and calm. I will catch you," he repeated. Hopefully without the storm wreaking too much havoc with his own abilities.

"I could throw some very big things," Billy warned anxiously, but he tried to smile for him, nodding and trying to take a slow breath.

"You um...you okay?" he asked, trying to make totally normal conversation like he wasn't in danger of floating away or plummeting to the ground any second.

So what if Billy threw another piano? The personality under the Winter Soldier felt strongly enough to keep him here, to keep his gaze skyward in an effort to catch Billy. Or perhaps even to pull him down, if he floated low enough.

"I am ful— fine," he replied, catching himself before he admitted fully operational. Casual conversation, that was how he usually addressed Billy. "More concerned about you."

That was...weird? Billy half caught the slip, but fell again before he could comment on it, and this time he didn't seem to be stopping.

"IwanttoflyIwanttoflyIwantfly- oh ga-" Billy chanted frantically.

Fortunate indeed that Billy was too distracted to pay much attention to the slip. And fortunate for Billy that the mostly-suppressed personality inside the Winter Soldier felt strongly about him; he didn't hesitate. A lunge, grab and twist had them landing hard, arms around Billy's middle and the Soldier's back to the debris-strewn ground.

Had he remembered the move from the illusionary world? Perhaps unconsciously. Or perhaps it was simply the best way to protect Billy from a hard landing.

He lay there for a minute; with his own strength coming and going the landing had knocked the wind out of him.

Billy cried out fearfully, eyes squeezed shut at the last moment.

Then the world turned upside down and it took Billy a few moments of panting before he realized he'd been saved the bulk of that impact.

He cursed under his breath, squeezing Soldier into a tight up instinctive before realizing that sort of gratitude might not be welcomed just now (or really ever in the case of Soldier), and he winced apologetically

"You saved me. God- are you okay? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you-"

"I am fine," he repeated the earlier words though made no move to get up. He grunted again when Billy's arms wrapped around him, the hug hitting on bruises and tender spots that he shouldn't have. The storm's strangeness clearly still affected them.

"Just a little bruised," he added, because Billy would probably ask. He felt that he had to keep built focused on the physical; maybe he wouldn't notice that the Soldier had been compromised. Act normal.

He flushed when he finally realized he should get off of Soldier, scrambling to do so and groaning a little as his body protested. Soldier had gotten the worst of it, but the wind had still been knocked out of Billy.

"How bad is it?" he asked, fully disregarding the assertion that he was fine once he heard the word bruised. That wasn't fine.

"Just bruised," he answered. Breathing came easier once Billy got off him; his ribs and back took more punishment than he thought. But nothing was broken and bruises healed quickly for him.

He sat up finally, though made no move to stand just yet. Bits of the broken piano surrounded them, likely the largest contributor to the bruising. The Winter Soldier reached for Billy's ankle, curling his left hands around it. "Don't fly off."

"I don't plan t-aa-" Billy's assurance was cut off by his body abruptly attempting to take flight again, held back by Soldier's grip.

"Stooop," he groaned, but he had no control, a smattering of butterflies suddenly springing to life around them.

"Sit down." Not an order but a firm suggestion; sit while he caught his breath, sit where he could have more of a grip on Billy. Sit where he could more easily prevent him from flying off.

"Just breathe," he repeated the advice from earlier. "Breathe through it."

He nodded, trying his best to follow the instruction. Billy breath came uneven, hating his loss of control, but Soldier was here. Soldier would keep him safe.

He shifted closer, anxious fingers catching at Soldier without thinking.

"I don't know how to stop it-"

"I don't think you can." If this was truly one of the storms that plagued the planet, could they do anything? The source of the storms remained unknown, and to his knowledge there was no way to prevent them.

He wrapped his left arm around Billy's waist, a hold that should secure him from floating off. Billy's fingers caught at his clothes; he didn't brush them off. "Just stay calm. If you can't stop it, you must react to it. A clear head will help."

The hold felt sure, and Billy felt a lot more secure, though a bit shy since Soldier didn't regularly seem the type to feel comfortable with much physical contact.

And really, if anyone knew anything about what he was saying right now, it was Soldier. Billy seemed to recognize that, giving a slow nod and trying to slow his racing pulse.

"...I'm scared," he admitted.

Drake had more or less been minding his own, strolling a well carved path though the edge of the woods, buried in his tablet while it ran diagnostics on an energy pattern it had picked up.

Then he tripped on a bowling pin and went down with a yelp, instinctively hugging his tablet to protect it.

"WHAT THE BLOODY DAMN -" The sight of the bowling catches him up short. "What?" And he looks up at the request. "Billy? How.... What?"

"Hey-" he greeted with a hoarse voice, clearly having been calling for help at some point. He tried to reach his foot again before giving up and swinging lightly.

"I uh...I got stuck. The moon makes my powers go off like crazy, and I haven't really figured out how to stop it."

He just stared at Billy for a few seconds with his face screwed up in incredulity as he sat on the ground surrounded by random objects.

"How long have you been up there? Nope. No, don't answer that, doesn't matter." He was already rummaging through the random objects, looking for a cutting tool and wishing he had his utility knife. Unfortunately, most of the objects, while interesting, were useless. (He might later salvage some comics and an appliance or two for parts.)

"Rubbish. Hnn..." After standing and brushing himself off, Drake took a couple of steps back and frowned up at the entangled young wizard, eyes darting from one thing to the next with his finger tapping thoughtfully at his lips. Without a word, he started climbing the tree, using any footholds or spare snags or knots and at one point even grabbing at Billy to haul himself up.

Once he was where he wanted to be, Drake took a loose bit of rope, looped it around one of the taut lines holding Billy, and started sawing it back and forth.

"Um-" Billy started to answer, but was glad he was spared having to work out just how long it had been. Too long.

"...Are you sawing a rope with a rope?" Billy asked, looking doubtful but curious. Would that really work??

Of course it'll work, he would have said if asked. Instead, Drake just grunted a vague affirmative, and a minute or so later, the line snapped. He continued using this technique on the next and the next, until he was working on the last one and realized belatedly that he ought to let the boy know he was about to be ~~dropped~~ freed.

"Mind your head," was all the warning Billy got.

"Wh- aaah- ff...ow," Billy tumbled free and hit the ground with a groan, grumbling as he rolled to right himself.

He gave a pained but grateful look, not hurt, just a little banged up and bruised ego. "Where did you learn how to do that?"

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A trio of Billy Event prompts~

and I'm free...free FALLING

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Apparently he has multiple left hands...

lol i missed that

I'm still giggling, new HYDRA add on

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All Tied Up

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