revivalproject | 04 | I Need A

WHO: Bucky "Captain America" Barnes (

sinistral) and you
WHERE: In and around Superhero City (or, you know, whatever we're calling it)
WHAT: Shenanigans. No seriously there's some SHIELD stuff but then also some open stuff
WHEN: At the start of the event so this is going to be a little low key to be honest; I went for light and a little campy in places but if you want to hit the ground running with the heavy stuff, you know I'm all in and I will absolutely bring the pain
WARNINGS: ~~None; will update if that changes~~ the thread with Poe gets a little bit racy...ngl, I'm as surprised as you are

SHIELD
→ Interior/closed to SHIELD members;

Bucky strides into the meeting room, shield at his back, rolling his shoulders and tossing his head from side to side to work out a kink in the neck. He's not quite all smiles because this is business, but it's not doom and gloom either.

He turns a chair around and straddles it, arms crossed over the backrest. Will the action cause eyerolls? Possibly. Will it be the day someone tells him to sit properly? Possibly. Will be listen? Well, that depends entirely on who's asking.

"What've we got?"

[Anything from run-of-the-mill meetings to post-mission debrief to planning an appearance at the local fundraiser are fair game! Also SHIELD peeps can use this as a mingle with each other, I'm cool with that.]

→ Lobby/Outside/open to all;

Business done there's no further need to hang around headquarters. He's traded uniform for jeans and a leather jacket; the shield is still at his back and a mostly-finished coffee in his hand as he walks through the lobby. Most people get a smile or a nod of the head, but if anyone looks really determined to get his attention he'll stop, or at least invite them to walk with him to the parking garage where his motorcycle is stored.

Or perhaps he's already on the bike and has eased it out of the garage, one foot propped up on the curb as he talks to you. Did you flag him down for a little conversation or to ask a question?

CITY
→ Crime;

Bank robbery? Hijinks at a local school bake sale? A bank robbery with deadly baked goods? Brownie bombs?!? This is the obligatory Super Heroes Being Super Heroes™ prompt. Or perhaps you're the villain and Cap has just thwarted your plans? Or did you escape with what you really wanted, and all this is just a distraction? Perhaps you're an innocent bystander, or someone needing rescue. Either way this is the shield-throwing, bad guy punching, action scene option.

Pop up fight words are entirely optional.

→ Coffee;

Maybe it's a trendy, hip coffee shop. Maybe it's a corner bodega. All that matters is that it sells good, strong coffee — for Bucky and his heightened metabolism, coffee is more about the experience than the caffeine content anyway.

"Coffee, black." Whether he's been here enough times for the barista to know his order or this is the first time, it doesn't matter; he'll slide a few bills across the counter and tuck another one into the tip jar, then shuffle off to the side until his drink is handed over. Time for small talk?

→ Up a Tree;

The obligatory my pet cat/snake/robobird is stuck in a tree. Maybe it's full Captain America gear, maybe it's just jeans-and-tee Bucky Barnes, but either way he's jumping to catch the lowest branch, swinging himself into the tree and starting to climb.

"What's its name?" he calls down as he climbs. Hopefully the thing isn't too scared or injured and thus in a lashing out mood, but he won't be able to tell for sure until he gets closer to it.

ELSEWHERE
→ Wildcard;

Got an idea? Drop something below and I'll roll with it, or hit me up here or at

sometimesamuse or Discord for more in-depth plotting. Note that while I write starters in prose, I'll match brackets if that's your preferred style. Bucky has no secret identity; he's Captain America, he's from the 1940s, and a decent amount of his history is probably touted in a museum somewhere (he hates that exhibit). So feel free to have your character recognize him, know things about him (and make assumptions based on those things!), and generally give him a hard time. Villains and heroes: whether or not he knows your secret identity is up to you, but if it's a secret and you've told him, he'll keep that secret.

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"Yeah it's—" He waves his hand in the air, indicative that it's a whole thing. Just. A Thing. But Tony the Cat seems interested — in Bucky's fingers, that is. Well, it's fine, if it brings him closer, then Bucky stands a better chance of getting them out of the tree sooner rather than later.

"Temba? Never heard of it." He makes a mental note to Google it later. Ramen Bucky can agree on though; there are quite a few excellent establishments in the city. "Place on Chestnut is my favorite, if you haven't tried it yet."

Another swing and a miss. And Cayde's gotten no closer to figuring out what's happening. He tosses his hands as he turns and walks a small circle there beneath the tree. Oh well. At least he can get something out of this.

"On Chestnut, huh? I'll make a note of that," he promises. Maybe he'll even pop on by the museum and see what that 'bunch of stuff' is about. He cranes his neck around to see if there's been any progress in retrieving the cat he borrowed from Echo.

"You got him yet?"

"You do, tell Shin that Cap sent you. He'll laugh, but he's good people." Good people, good food, a good neighborhood. Bucky helps keep it that way, as he can.

As for cat progress, well, yes. Tony the cast seems to like wiggling fingers, and it's allowed Bucky to get close enough to get an arm around the animal. "Watch out, I'm jumping down." Much faster than climbing, and Bucky can certainly handle the drop.

"Shin, got it. That'll be easy to remember, my favorite ramen place back home's run by a guy named Jin," Cayde laughs. He grins once the cat is grabbed.

"Don't worry, I'll catch you!" he reassures, still grinning.

"Very easy to remember then!" And hey, the ramen is pretty good too. Bucky files that away as a dinner idea, because he's sure his fridge is pretty slim right now. Which is fine, but grocery shopping is best done late at night when the stores aren't busy.

"Haha," he replies, digging out his phone and taking a selfie of himself holding the cat. He's going to have to use that later for something, he's pretty sure. After that, and making sure he's got a firm grip on Tony — tucking the cat against his chest — he makes the jump from tree branches to ground. The landing is pretty smooth, all things considered; he's certainly done worse.

"There we go, all safe and sound."

"Eight point nine," Cayde says, arms folded as he passes judgment on Bucky's landing. He's not even bothering to hide himself now, but he supposed calling the cat down while the man was still in the tree and then beating a hasty exit would have been a poor way to repay him for a good ramen recommendation. The Exo takes his ramen very seriously. He holds out his arms towards the cat.

"There's a good kitty!"

"Yeah, yeah." Bucky just rolls his eyes because whatever dude. Giving Tony a final scratch under the chin he hands over the feline, who seems no worse for the ascent into the tree or the rather hasty departure from it. "You be good for your borrower, okay?"

He also offers a handshake, because Cap kind of has to. "Bucky Barnes, Captain America. So, uh, welcome to town. Like the mask, really different." Really different, he's never seen anything like it.

The Exo takes up the cat and lets it clamber on him to drape over his shoulder. "Thanks buddy- should I call you Bucky or Barnes or Cap or sir?" he asks, even as he reaches over to wrap metal digits around the hero's hand in a cold, firm but careful grip. Somehow those metal plates manage to convey a crooked smile, amber light spilling from his throat with each word he speaks.

"Name's Cayde."

"Nix the sir, but take your pic of the others."

Good, firm handshake. Something of a grin too, and Bucky can't wait to tell Stark about this guy; the tech in that mask is above what Stark turns out for his Iron Man bodyguard. He's going to be so jealous.

"It's good to meet you. Welcome to the city. I mean a real welcome, not me up a tree saying hi."

"Yeah, 'sir's not really my style either. But like, not Soldier or anything?" Cayde asks innocently as he retracts his hand to pet a cat butt. Or rather gently nudge a tail out of his face.

"Wasn't anything wrong with saying hi from a tree! But thanks for the welcome anyway, Bee-Bee-Cee, nice to meet you too. Bet you're a busy man with all you do so extra thanks taking some time out of your day to rescue a furry friend in need." Sort of. "Iiii guess I'll leave you to whatever sort of other hero-ing you probably need to get back to."

"Nah. I mean, I was a soldier, and I guess I still technically am. But I'm not really US military anymore, not like that anyway." Bucky can't help but smirk at the encroaching cat butt though. Cats, man. Cats.

At the mention of hero work though, Bucky glances at his watch. "Sh— oot, I'm gonna be late for a meeting." Won't be the first time, won't be the last. "good to meet you Cayde. And take care of Tony!"

Cayde nods, still maintaining a smile, even as Bucky realizes his good deeds might have delayed him. He snaps off a salute as the man excuses himself, smile turning crooked once again at those parting words.

"Oh, that's on my list," he says, spinning on his heel as he eases the cat from his shoulder to hold properly. He supposes he should go return the cat to Echo. And then to find a ride to that Stark place...

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