revivalproject | Winter Wonderland [OTA]

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Winter Wonderland [OTA]

WHO: Tommy Shepherd, OTA
WHERE: Twin Roses, Winter Event Planet
WHAT: Winter Wonders, Cold Speedster, Baby Speedster, Post Baby Shenanigans
WHEN: Event Start until 1/31
WARNINGS: None ~~will update if any are needed~~

Didn't Agree to This | Twin Roses Crew

It's official. Tommy wants to punch an Agrii in the face. He doesn't CARE that they only mean well. They've decided to trap him in the ship. AGAIN. This time with music. He doesn't like that he can't TRUST MUSIC NOW. Fucking assholes. Wants to punch them in the heads.

Which of course is what Tommy is grumbling under his breath as he works through the awkward process of stripping the mattress from one of the beds in the quarters and navigate the floppy thing toward the cargo hold. Strange thing to be doing, right? But damn if the super-strong speedster isn't doing it anyway, trying to get the mattress to the cargo hold and then tucked into a nice, secure corner that looks warm but not too bright.

And once that's done he's busy getting the bed made up and super comfortable.

Strange kid.

Fuck the Cold | Planet Arrival

"Oh come the fuck on!" Tommy snaps when he heads down the ramp of the ship at full speed and then comes to a skidding stop at the edge of the snow. "Snow and Speedsters don't MIX!" he shouts fruitlessly at the sky.

With a grumpy look Tommy wraps his arms tightly around himself, trying not to shiver too much. The cold is so much more acute to him. Makes sense given he runs quite a lot hotter than most other people, what with the enhanced metabolism that came with his mutation. How the hell was he supposed to eat enough food to stay warm enough with what he's wearing while they're here.

There is a part of him that is almost tempted to go back onto the ship, curl up in his bunk and never come out. But the thing is COLD in there too. So at least here he might be able to warm up some by running. So, with a distasteful look on his face he rushes onto the snow. Maybe if he goes fast enough he can Legolas this bitch and walk on top of the snow.

Nope. His foot goes through immediately and he yelps at the cold before frowning and slogging off to go find shelter. Or his family. Either works. Both work. Anything is better than standing around pointlessly in the snow.

And his first destination? What looks like a gingerbread house. Hopefully he either gets some company or someone foists something warm on him first.

"You could have warned us," he grumbles as if the Agrii could hear him. "Coulda brought my space blankets. Assholes."

Tiny Little Speedy Baby

The houses aren't bad. And the food in them isn't bad. A lot of the things in them aren't bad because it's warm and cozy and there is warm clothes. But most importantly? Sugar based candies. Damn but Tommy needs all the terrible for him sugar he can get. He works his way through some pieces in one of the houses as he pokes around, curious about the place out of boredom.

He even picks up a piece of gelt, thinking 'wow I've got to get Billy one of these, he's gonna love this shit, even if the candles here are over done'. Unwraps the piece of milk chocolate goodness and devours it in one bite.

...

And then there isn't a Tommy Shepherd poking around in the room. Instead there is an eight year old boy with his eyes and his hair and standing in his far too big clothes, crying because his clothes are too big. Maybe someone could help with that.

Once that's dealt with, well, now there is a new special sort of menace in the village. A little kid with winter clothes, joy, wonder and... Speed. Ever try and catch a kid running sixty miles per hour through the snow who wants nothing more than to dump snow down the back of your shirt? Hope you like snowballs, because once the boy learns how to make them the green clad menace will be throwing them with utter delight at anyone who gets too close. And when he gets tired the boy, friendlier and happier than Tommy ever actually was as a kid, is going to look for the nearest warm body and cuddle up next to them.

Whatever is this place going to do with an eight-year-old superboy? And how will the other kids keep up or argue the shouted challenge across the village of

I'm the fastest there ever was!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Oh fuck. Caught being weird. Tommy grumbles and turns to glare at Bucky. Captain Scruffy didn't need to see that.

"Snow is white and fluffy."

That gets Tommy a raised eyebrow on top of it all. "Yeah," Bucky says carefully. "It sure is... and it's also not solid."

There are snowshoes, sure. But Tommy is definitely not wearing a pair.

"Dude, animals walk on top of that," Tommy counters. "And I can run on water!"

"Sure, but you're a little heavier than they are." Bucky pauses, and now he's teasing when he says, "Probably."

Also, "Maybe try running, then? That didn't look like it, pal."

Tommy narrows his eyes. Don't you judge him, Captain Scruffy.

"You're just laughing at me, aren't you?"

Bucky can't help but break out into a grin; "Maybe a little," he admits. "Sorry."

He... is mostly sorry, okay.

"But I really don't think it's gonna hold you up. I spent a coupla winters outside, and it sure never worked for me." He glances around; "We should get someplace warmer."

"Yeah, well you're heavy, Captain Scruffy. I'm the one who is super powered."

Well and truly super powered but he glares and trudges on through the snow. He's definitely looking for warmth.

"Sure am," Bucky agrees; and then watches the kid start to trudge off, practically radiating cold.

Bucky sighs; with Tommy walking, it's not really a huge effort to catch up. Nor is it a huge effort to pull off his own blue coat and offer it over, despite the fact that now he's a whole lot colder.

He survived seventy years as a popsicle. A couple minutes or hours without a coat won't kill him, and he might run hot, but not as hot as Tommy. "Here. This's a lot warmer than it looks."

And it actually looks warm, to start with.

It's not that he's COLD, okay? The issue is that as a speedster his metabolism is insanely high. SO his body runs hot. So the cold is way more acute, and he is absolutely miserable. But if that coat is being offered, he's going to pull it on.

"You sure?" he asks. But he definitely doesn't want to call him Scruffy anymore. "Okay, Captain Benevolence. I'll agree."

Either way, Tommy looks like he could use the coat more than Bucky needs it to feel comfortable, which is the part he's concerned with.

"Well, if I'd known that'd get you to stop calling me scruffy, I'da done it before," he points out, but really, he doesn't mind. Bucky's whole life has been spent making sure other people are okay before he is; this really isn't any different.

The coat is pretty warm; it's also made from layers and layers of silk on the outside, with a wool lining that looks like it's removable.

"Here's hoping we can find something to build a fire with," he points out, scanning their options as they walk. "If all we've got is what we came with, things aren't gonna be ideal."

At least Bucky's got a new nickname, and that's something. Tommy just smirks as he pulls the coat on. And damn, it really is warm, and he doesn't manage to make an annoyed noise over how lucky Bucky is to have the thing.

"I'm hoping for buildings, to be honest. But these aliens don't really seem to be running on ideal for us."

Honestly, Bucky only has it because it came with Steve. Which means he's got the coat and the shield... although, admittedly, it's easier to share the latter than the former.

"Yeah, they sure don't," Bucky agrees, because ideal would be a not abandoned city with barely working... well, everything. And while most of the place looks barren... "Actually," Bucky says, squinting into the distance, "I think you might get what you're hoping for."

He points; amidst the snow-covered, well, everything, is what he thinks are buildings. Maybe a lot of them. And they look like they might even be in decent shape.

"Fuck yeah!" Tommy shouts, bouncing and then reaching out for Bucky. "Wanna lift? Just this once?"

Bucky does, admittedly, hesitate. For about half a second.

But you know what? "Fuck yeah," he decides, because look. You only live... well, a couple of times, if you're him. This seems like a thing he ought to try.

Plus, it'll get him to those buildings faster. So why the fuck not? "Do I need a seatbelt?"

Well, that's interesting. Tommy grins and sweeps Bucky easily into his arms. He isn't even straining with the guy. Super strength, definitely valuable.

"Nope. The momentum will keep you in my arms. And then when I stop, my arms are more than strong enough to keep you still."

He smirks and bounces lightly on his feet like Bucky is a feather and then tilts his head down.

"Do my a favor. Pull my goggles down."

Well that is - unexpected. Bucky maybe sputters a little, because he didn't expect to end up in the kid's arms, and what is he, a damsel in distress? "We can't do this piggyback, huh?" is what he asks; but it's clear Tommy doesn't have a problem holding him up, and... well. Yeah, this is his life now. He's dating Captain America (and he is Captain America) and hitching rides in speedster's arms. Just when he thought it couldn't get any weirder.

Bucky snorts, and reaches for the aforementioned goggles. "You try anything funny, and my boyfriend'll beat you up," he says with a wry grin, and cocks his head toward their destination, slinging an arm around Tommy's neck to hold on. "Thank God YouTube isn't a thing here."

Yes, everyone is a damsel in distress to Tommy. And piggyback is more him being used than Bucky being hilariously cute.

Life is always weird with mutants around, Bucky.

"Your boyfriend can't even begin to touch me if he wanted to," Tommy laughs. "And you know you wanna be seen with me on youtube."

He wiggles his face a little bit to make sure the goggles are comfortable, and then he's off. In seconds they are there at the house and damn, it looks TASTY.

It sure as hell is weird, okay.

He raises one eyebrow at Tommy, "You've never seen Steve when he actually wants something, have you," he teases, snapping the goggles onto Tommy's face because why not. "But I think it's cute that you want me to want to be seen with you on YouTube."

Okay, but seriously. All weirdness aside - this is the way to travel. Bucky might wiggle and stretch to be let down the second they get there (which is, like, three seconds after they left, holy shit this kid), but that was definitely better than walking, and he's not gonna say otherwise.

But yeah, back to the weirdness, because, "Is this gingerbread?"

"Your Steve is a HELL of a lot like our Steve. And trust me, I have. I've seen some damn bad things that he's been through."

But he does put Bucky down and doesn't even need to stretch. That wasn't even a jog. He does, though, step past Bucky and tap the house.

"I mean, I could break part of it off, if you want. I'm also strong."

That's a hell of a thing to hear; not that Bucky doubts it's true, but he just doesn't like hearing about any Steve going through any shit. And he knows Steve's gotten more than his fair share.

And he also knows this isn't even really his Steve. Because his Steve... his Steve is, he hopes to God, back home giving HYDRA hell.

Fortunately, he recovers from that morose thought pretty quickly, schooling his face back into something bordering on bemusement. "You know, you seem really eager to impress me," he points out, stepping up to the building and poking at it, too. "I don't know that it's a good idea to just go breaking pieces off of somebody's house and potentially eating them, y'know. It's probably kinda rude. Maybe we should see if there's anything inside to eat, first?"

"Don't care about impressing any fucking body," Tommy lies. He wants people to like him. People who like him won't try and hurt him immediately. "Inside works too. But that's even more stealing. Just gonna point your faulty logic out, kay?"

"Mm-hm," Buck hums; he knows all about wanting to impress people, wanting people to like you. And Tommy is a good kid; Bucky does like him, and he trusts him to try to do the right thing. That means a lot.

He tilts his head, going for the door instead. "I'm Captain America, I don't hafta be logical," he points out. "But yeah, you can tell 'em it was my idea to steal their food instead of eat their house, if it comes to that."

Frankly, if there's anyone here, Bucky would rather trade for food than steal it; he's got plenty to offer, from repairing things to just plain hard labor - but when they open the door, there's no one there. But... "Does this all look deliberately laid out to you?"

Because it sure does to him.

"Fucking Agrii," is Tommy's answer as he walks in and starts poking around. He does grab a few pieces of candy ~~no chocolate yet~~ and starts poking through drawers.

"If the can provide us all this shit, why don't they give us what we need from the start?

Bucky blows out a breath, but... he can't say he disagrees with the sentiment Tommy's expressing.

"Before," he says, stepping up to one of the tables, looking at the spread: the food, the candy, the candles. "when it was the Atroma. Everything was for... whatever the hell the intergalactic equivalent of reality TV is. It was always a game. It was always a spectacle."

And while a lot of times, that mostly just meant letting people be people...

"Sometimes I wonder if the Agrii aren't takin' a page outta their book, considering how they stole a lotta us right out of the Fleet."

He picks up a piece of candy - a plain old candy cane, from the looks of it - and twirls it between his fingers.

"I don't want to be entertainment," Tommy snaps angrily before popping a peppermint into his mouth. "See, that's the thing. I'm cool with helping them to fucking help save their people. I'm a hero. It's what we do. But this?"

They've been making things bad because they don't get it. And it makes him angry.

"Those Atroma, did they like, keep you guys from religion and faith and that shit? Because B's Jewish, seriously Jewish. And like, I want him to not have to give that up because these people decided 'fuck your lives'. And instead we're here on snow planet and he's miserable and he doesn't have his fiance and all hat shit."

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