revivalproject | 04 | I Need A

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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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"I'd guess either they plan on taking someone hostage or they've given away a massive clue as to who to look into first." Blimp pilots weren't exactly a dime a dozen group, shouldn't be too hard to do some background checks.

"How nice are we talking?" he asked, before hushing up for a moment as their muttering earned a reprimanding look. "I'll keep that in mind next time I think about saving you the last donut," he teased softly.

"Anyone considered the mind control angle?" It says something that they even have to consider that angle, truly.

But at least he has the grace to look a little bit ashamed when they're caught not paying strict attention. It's enough to not get a verbal reprimand and that's fine; Bucky just leans a little closer to keep their murmuring even quieter.

"Depends. How nice you wanna be?" Just don't mess with the donuts, that's playing dirty.

"Good point." Mind control. Skrulls. The Multiverse. Life's never simple in this line of work, is it?

He bites at his lower lips with a hushed laugh. "Oh, I can be very nice. So why the delay? Late night?"

"I'm only saying because I haven't checked that one off my bingo card yet." Yet being the operative word there.

"Promises, promises," he teases back with a low chuckle. Then a moment later nods and smiles at the director when his name is mentioned. Totally listening, see?

"Not nearly as fun," he murmurs back. "Cat in a tree, no handy firemen around." Yes, he knows how cliche it is.

"Really? All this time and you haven't got that one?" You'd think Cap wouldn't have much left unchecked.

He grins, impressed with that easy show of multitasking.

"Seriously? An actual cat in a tree??"

"I know, right? Last one that came through I was on shapeshifting instead. You remember the guy that got stuck halfway, bird for a head?" You know, just another day at the office.

Multitasking is a survival skill around here.

"Actual cat in a tree, no lie." Bucky grins, fishes out his phone and unlocks it to show a selfie of him holding a ginger tomcat, clearly perched among tree branches. Pics or it didn't happen, as the saying goes.

"You know, I can't remember when all this started seeming normal to me. There was a time that sentence would have surprising." Now...that's just an average Tuesday. A pretty mundane one at that.

He leans over to get a better look at the picture, snickering, and sharing a grin, "Oh, you have to send me that one. Look at you. Mr. Star Spangled actually rescuing a cat from a tree. Did you help a little old lady cross the street when you were done?"

"The good ol' days, right?" Not that Bucky can imagine a life like that anymore. Sure, this one's got its downside, but its ups are pretty damn awesome.

Bucky snickers, which earns him a glare from the director. Yeah, he'll be paying for that later, he knows he will. Still, he sends the pic to Poe, along with the winky face and peace sign emojis. "Oh man, don't suggest that where Mrs. Sweeney can hear you, she always pinches my butt."

"Bit longer for you, huh?" That must be a real trip. Poe tries to offer a comisserating sort of smile, but obviously he's got no idea what that's like. Upside- he's looking fine for his age.

The glare has Poe putting on a disappointed look and shaking his head at Bucky. Tsk Tsk. This is serious business.

"I mean, it's hard to blame her. But you should probably bring that up with HR," he teases, glancing at his phone to smirk at the received message.

"Just a tiny bit." Nearly a century now in straight time, though a decent chunk of that was spent on ice. Still it's weird to think about; Bucky himself is really only in his thirties, or thereabouts. (And looking very fine, thank you very much.)

He just rolls his eyes at Poe. You just wait, Dameron. You just wait.

"I'm gonna take that as a compliment." Bucky shrugs off the HR thing though. She's mostly a harmless old lady and he only really sees her once in a while; it's fine. "Honestly, I think she's secretly hoping I'm some kind of bad boy. She was mooning over the last villain of the week, last time I saw her."

Oh Poe's not going to argue. And it's very much a compliment.

He snorts and earns a glare of his own for that one, hiding his grin behind his knuckles and shooting Bucky a look.

"Can't really see you as a bad boy after that cat picture," he confesses.

Revenge, mwahaha! Though they probably should tone it down a little before they really get in trouble. After all, they wouldn't be the first to get a so-called punishment assignment.

"Yeah?" It's that Captain America™ image, isn't it? Bucky's got to play a certain part as Cap, and he does, but it means he keeps a lot of who he is outside that persona quiet. "Well. Maybe you'll just have to be left wondering, hmmm?"

God, how many of those has Poe been on by now? He's only able to charm his way out of so many before the higher ups start catching on.

That image definitely doesn't quite match up. Poe remembers being pleasantly surprised to find Bucky gave as good as he got.

He's pointedly quiet, offering only a smirk before making a show of looking like he was paying attention, scrolling silently through his phone before sending Bucky a link to some very explicit Captain America fanfiction. Apparently Mrs. Sweeney wasn't the only one hoping he was secretly a bad boy.

And the higher ups always catch on. It's their superpower, apparently. So unfair.

Truly though, Bucky does have a whole public image. And there's an image coach that goes along with that — a team of them, actually, for everything from the uniform to civilian clothes to how he should speak to what he should say. Sometimes, it really does just suck. But he understands the necessity of it, because he's one of the faces that a lot of people look to; he needs to be that role model.

Bucky opens that link. Oh and look: this time they've got him paired with the self-insert male junior SHIELD agent. Usually they're writing him with the villain of the week, whoever's gimmick works best for whatever kink tags apply. This one's bondage, apparently, so he leans over to murmur quietly enough that there's no way he'll be overheard. "Usually I prefer silk ropes but if you wanna break out the leather, we can talk about it."

"..." Well fuck. Poe tries very hard to keep a more or less neutral face, lips curling curiously, but quickly his hot cheeks give him away, and he has to glance away with a soft chuckle.

"Good to know," he finally mutters in return, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. "Both are fun, depends on the occasion."

"Depends on the occasion," he agrees and sure they've flirted a little in the past, but they've both also backed off before getting to this point. Maybe it's just the meeting that they should be paying attention to. Or maybe it's the fact that Bucky did not, in fact, bring coffee to distract them, and they've got only their phones and this weird almost-game of almost-chicken going on.

Whichever it is, he backs off by straightening up, putting space back between them. He's not bad boy enough to call attention to the color in Poe's cheeks, not when they have a potential audience. (Talk about an HR blunder!)

"But I better not see that pic online. I don't need to find cat ear headbands in my desk again."

It really does change the whole dynamic of the flirting game-maybe-not-game when he can't hide behind a long sip of his coffee.

And while Bucky does back off, the heat in Poe's cheeks dies down quick enough, and he turns to flash a small smirk, clearly not all that bothered.

"I'll keep it close to my heart. Scout's honor," he swears with a teasing grin. Ah the cat ears. He may have been responsible for those the last time too.

When there's no donut to suggestively lick icing from — and then laugh when powdered sugar and sprinkles get everywhere — things are very, very different. Judging from that smirk though, different might not be so bad.

"You do that," he replies. And a moment later adds, "and if you want to keep it close to another part of you, you might need a different pic."

Not that Bucky ever figured out who was behind the cat ears. Not for lack of trying; there were simply too many potential candidates to narrow down the field.

Damn, why didn't he bring donuts? Different definitely didn't seem to be bad at all.

"Yeah? You offering?" Poe asks, not breaking quite so easily this time, "God, imagine how much I could get for that one," he teases.

The cat ears really might have to make another appearance after all this.

Donuts next time. Maybe. Or maybe they'll go get the donuts and coffee together. That could happen.

"Maybe I am," Bucky shoots back. "Or maybe I'm just making you think about what kinds of pictures I could take and send you. If I was properly motivated of course." He leans back a little in his chair, stretches long legs out in front of him. The meeting will hopefully wrap soon.

"Ah, so there's the real reason. You're supplying the whole department, aren't you?"

"..." Poe pauses, like he's picturing, and there's those teeth catching at his lip again with a smirk. "Have I not properly motivated yet? We'll have to fix that."

He laughs softly and shakes his head, "Nah, that's small potatoes. You know what that would go for online?"

"Maybe playing hard to get is half the fun." Maybe they're being a little more inappropriate than they should in the workplace, but Poe isn't backing down and Bucky—

Well, Bucky's enjoying himself. He can hardly be blamed for that, right?

"Ah," he intones, like a great wisdom has been imparted on him. "There it is: the get rich quick scheme, and all based on my abs."

"Is this you playing hard to get?" Doesn't seem all that hard at all. Well...

"Well maybe not your abs..."

Yeah, this definitely is not a work appropriate conversation.

"Well. Within HR constraints." Which is not exactly what had been on the tip of his tongue to say, but they are still at work.

"You can't just lead off with the goods, you gotta start with a tease. Build the anticipation." Flirt a little. Or a lot.

"Mmm, we'll have arrange something outside of work hours sometime, I'm curious now," he half teases, head tilting.

"You sound like you know what you're doing. Are there a lot of those pictures floating around of there? Or does Captain America not kiss and tell?"

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