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revivalproject2020-01-19 04:58 pm
stillgotmyleftarm) wrote in revivalproject2020-01-19 04:58 pm
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WHO: Adult!Bucky!Cap and you?
WHERE: Around this snowy planet they're on.
WHAT: It's tough to be an adult when your best-friend-slash-boyfriend is not. Or, come to think of it, most of the people you know...
WHEN: Anytime during the Us Make For They event~
WARNINGS: Just Bucky-appropriate swearing, I think?
Bucky knew better than to just shove the first - or fifth - thing he came across in the village into his mouth. And once he saw the effect it was having on others... well, he doubly knew better. Which means, of course, now he is one of only a few adults in a sea of super-powered and/or hyperactive children. It... kinda feels like old times, except during actual old times, Steve was a lot easier to keep up with.
Either way - Bucky's got experience. He can be found doing his best to chase down kids and make sure they're dressed warmly enough, not getting into too much trouble, and getting enough non-candy items to eat. Once the candles appear and start multiplying, he might start hoarding the ones he can get his hands on - some of which turn out to be power crystals, so hey. There's that. His bunk on the Bloodsport - which is where he goes to catch catnaps, few and far between though they might be (thank God for being a super soldier) - has started to accumulate what looks like a year's worth of candles and power crystals on, around, and underneath it. Look, you can never have too many supplies.
After a day or two, he decides he's calling in reinforcements over the network:
Adults, sound off. We should each try taking a couple of kids apiece, based on who's got the resources to manage which powers or abilities or whatever. If we split up the responsibility, I think we've got the best chance at keeping everything under control.
I call Steve. And anyone else no one wants to handle, I guess.
He also shoots his beardy, metal-armed counterpart a text after he discovers the sweaters their hosts left for them: Hey. I think we're supposed to share. You want first dibs?
WHERE: Around this snowy planet they're on.
WHAT: It's tough to be an adult when your best-friend-slash-boyfriend is not. Or, come to think of it, most of the people you know...
WHEN: Anytime during the Us Make For They event~
WARNINGS: Just Bucky-appropriate swearing, I think?
Bucky knew better than to just shove the first - or fifth - thing he came across in the village into his mouth. And once he saw the effect it was having on others... well, he doubly knew better. Which means, of course, now he is one of only a few adults in a sea of super-powered and/or hyperactive children. It... kinda feels like old times, except during actual old times, Steve was a lot easier to keep up with.
Either way - Bucky's got experience. He can be found doing his best to chase down kids and make sure they're dressed warmly enough, not getting into too much trouble, and getting enough non-candy items to eat. Once the candles appear and start multiplying, he might start hoarding the ones he can get his hands on - some of which turn out to be power crystals, so hey. There's that. His bunk on the Bloodsport - which is where he goes to catch catnaps, few and far between though they might be (thank God for being a super soldier) - has started to accumulate what looks like a year's worth of candles and power crystals on, around, and underneath it. Look, you can never have too many supplies.
After a day or two, he decides he's calling in reinforcements over the network:
Adults, sound off. We should each try taking a couple of kids apiece, based on who's got the resources to manage which powers or abilities or whatever. If we split up the responsibility, I think we've got the best chance at keeping everything under control.
I call Steve. And anyone else no one wants to handle, I guess.
He also shoots his beardy, metal-armed counterpart a text after he discovers the sweaters their hosts left for them: Hey. I think we're supposed to share. You want first dibs?
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[Oh, she'll keep them in line, all right.]
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Yeah. Running around is fine, it's just the stupid stuff I'd like to minimize, you know? And I don't know enough about this place to be sure they won't get up to something less than good.
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The ships are actually the most familiar part. I can vouch for those being... well, not normal, but they're not the weirdest part of all of this. I think we should stick close to 'em.
You equipped to handle the cold all right?
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I'll be fine. [She waved off his concern about her being cold. Yeah, she was cold, but she could handle it.] Have you been around these ships before, then?
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Apparently some people don't know how to just, y'know, say hello. Or just plain ask for help. They gotta go the whole nine yards right off the bat.
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It feels a little extreme, to be honest. It can be upsetting to the people they want help from and sometimes make them not want to help.
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[His tone of voice says he definitely agrees with here.]
Unfortunately, there's this saying where I'm from: It's better to ask forgiveness than permission.
They might be taking it to a whole new level, though.
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I guess I've done that a few times as a child myself.
[Gee, Rayla. You're only fifteen. Not exactly an adult, yet.]
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Yeah, I've gotta admit, I did, too.
But that's the thing. It works great when you're a kid. But not so great when you grow up.
[Unless you're Steve, but that's a whole other story.] So it's not really ideal for the Agrii to be pulling it now.
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Well, if ya need any help, let me know, okay? I'll do mah best.