revivalproject | 02 | I'd like to make myself believe

WHO: the Soldier (

sinistral) and you
WHERE: network and out-and-about
WHAT: pre-voyage preparations
WHEN: after the Agrii announcement; before heading onto the ships
WARNINGS: none expected aside this asshole's attitude; will update if necessary

NETWORK
→ Text;

If anyone tries field stripping one of those Agrii weapons
You might be in for a shock
Just FYI

[Can a text sound pissy? Because this one most definitely is.]

TEMBA
→ Exploration;

In the wake of the Agrii communication — and people weren't kidding about the communication skills there — and the apparently inevitable excursion into space, the Soldier is making use of his time by combing through the ruins looking for potentially useful equipment. The weapons had been interesting yet disappointing as well; he considered himself something of a weapons expert, but the gun's workings had escaped him, even with the knowledge from the Atroma added to his own base skills.

He's definitely not happy about that.

To work out the frustration — from that, and from this whole Agrii situation — he's out and about the run-down city: exploring, scavenging, and yes, pushing himself into as much of a workout as can be had in the landscape. Occasionally something might catch his eye, or perhaps your character is more the sort to try to flag him down.

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He makes a noncommittal noise; far be it from him to comment on someone else's lifestyle. He's had far too many people telling him what he should be, who he should be — and not all related to HYDRA. He doesn't fall into the shape that others want for him, and that doesn't always go over well.

"No," he replies, expression closing off to blankness. A retreat, and a deliberate one. "I participated in World War Two. I do not remember it."

Reading facts off a museum exhibit and actually remembering that life are two different things. Bucky Barnes is still a stranger to him.

Oh no. Oh NO.

“Fuck you’re the Winter Scruffy.”

And the Winter Soldier was definitely the worst part of Bucky Barnes to have to deal with. Not that Tommy did often. Mostly he involved anyone who did he Stars and Bars routine, but you work with the guy on an op or two after he gets his life under something like order and the uneasiness set in. The man out of time, but the one that would snipe people.

“You’re not gonna go all ‘rreeegh shoot’ on people, right? Because I don’t wanna have to explain to Cap that I had to kick your ass. It’s not considered a polite hello.”

"No," he replies again, still in that calm manner. In a way it is the Winter Soldier part of him, and could be very well confirming the other man's words. But another man in the Fleet had claimed the name Bucky, yet another James, and another Winter. The Soldier refused all of them, and refused molds that came with them. Too many people seem to expect him to act like someone else, some other version, and react negatively when he doesn't.

He is his own person. He doesn't care if others like that fact or not. "I am not the man who calls himself Winter. I am the Soldier." A name, he's been told, that isn't a name at all; it's barely a designation. But it is his, after he gave up claim to the scraps of anything that might have been a name simply because another man wanted it instead.

He doesn't bother to hide the way he assesses his companion, matching words to stance, reading what he can of body language. Threat assessment, a long-ingrained habit and one that's served him well. "If something gives me cause to defend myself, I will. I do not invite violence where it serves no purpose."

Oh. Well then.

Back to a casual stance and a smile.

“Cool. Because so not down on assassins. Rather have not that,” he sighs, fingers carding through Snow White hair.

Hot and cold this one, or so his initial impression seems. Hot and cold and with some sort of impression already in place, yet perhaps not so tied to it as to be a slave of it. Or he's hiding something. Or any one of hundreds of other possible combinations of personality and previous experiences.

"It is among my skill set," he confirms; he has no reason to hide it. "Did you need someone assassinated?"

It's not a serious offer, but he does deliver it with the utmost seriousness: blank face, flat voice, everything of the weapon that HYDRA created, just to see what the other man will do.

And because he's something of a troll.

“If I needed someone dead, I could handle it. But heroes don’t do that. It’s all about jail or possible rehab.”

Tommy? The darkest member of his team. Then again, once people had tried to turn a kid barely fifteen into a government weapon.

"As you like." The Soldier is perfectly content not to murder people, though that skill is one he has needed to put to use in the time since he'd left HYDRA. It is not something he does lightly, but there are times that survival has deemed it necessary.

Interesting. This many is WAY more interesting than the other Scruffies. He wants to deal with a lot of shit.

"You're practical. Like that. We need more of that here. Idealists ain't going to get shit done."

"I have little use for impracticality." A waste of time, in his eyes. Idealism is all well and good, but his experience with idealists tends more to them having a vision and doing little to bring it to fruition. He has no use for it.

He also has no use for a large community unit, or so he believes, but deems it better not to say as much.

“Well you might need to get used to it. I mean, Stark is here. Man is definitely impractical.”

He moves a bit away from the other, looking around.

“So what were you doing out here?”

"Twice now he's been mentioned to me, but I don't know the man." Seen in passing in that underground place, but that hardly even counts as an acquaintance. He figures that it doesn't much matter; if they have use to each other, they'll find their way there. If not, then they won't. That philosophy applies to anyone else trapped in this place, he thinks. Some people work well together and some don't. It's life.

"Reconnaissance." He shrugs. "Looking for anything that might be useful." In general, or for this supposed upcoming journey, or both. Both would be nice, but he's not gotten his hopes up just yet.

“Yeah, Stark is a personality that just keeps happening, so of course it’s going to get mentioned,” Tommy shrugs. And he has a feeling Teddy is going to feel weird about Winter Soldier.

Even if the man doesn’t really have a reason to care about this Buckyin particular.

“Could help with that. I’m sorta quick.”

"If you say so." Not having any experience with the man, he can't say how he'd truly find such personality. But Stark has been mentioned to him as the most likely candidate for potential repairs should the arm sustain damage; he anticipates that eventually, it will come to pass.

"If you like." A beat. "I wouldn't interrupt your plans for the day."

Not that there seems much to do around this broken wasteland of a city, but the point still stands.

Interrupt his plans for the day. Tommy wants to laugh. He has more hours in the day than the average kidnapee.

"I'll be fine. And at the very least, I know my way back to relevant locations. And if I don't, I can find them a lot faster than you... You know what, I need to know what name you're going to use here, Scruffy.

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