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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"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?"

There's an invitation in there, one that hasn't quite been present in any of their past flirting. Well, why not now? "Yeah, I think we can arrange that."

Coffee, maybe. Coffee and possibilities.

"Do I look like the kind of guy who kisses and tells?" Truly Bucky flirts more than he actually hooks up with anyone, just because it's Complicated-with-a-capital-C. "There are cameras in the gym, of course there's workout photos floating around on the net somewhere. Anything else, that's private."

Coffee's only fair really. Coffee and donuts, and...whatever else might follow.

"S'a date," he agrees easily.

He hums and thumbs back to the cat selfie with a smile. "More fun that. Who likes sharing?"

Well, this meeting has certainly been productive, but likely not the way SHIELD envisioned. Still Bucky smiles; this might in fact go nowhere. But it'll be fun to see.

"Well since you're so good at keeping secrets maybe I'll send you another pic or two. Later." When they're not in a meeting and something a little racier can be opened more safely.

"Promise?" Poe asks with a wicked grin, before shifting his focus back to the front of the room. Things look to be wrapping up. "I'll to find a good way to make it up to you."

Bucky leans in close again. "Promise," he says, low and warm, right next to Poe's ear. Flirty. Curious too, because maybe they really are dancing around something a little fun.

Only one way to find out.

"I have faith in your ability to be creative," he adds, straightening again; the meeting really does look close to wrapping up. Good. "And I'm looking forward to it."

Poe swallows thickly, and honestly- thank god things are wrapping, because he's not sure how much longer he could keep up the casual act in front of all their co-workers.

People start filing out, and Poe shifts in his seat. "You busy now, or do I have time to perfect my approach?"

Bucky could honestly probably skip out right now. What would anyone say? But there were some looks in their direction from up front earlier and while they'd kept their conversation quiet enough to be private, they'd still been noticed, at least a little.

"How about I head off the boss, and you meet me later?" he asks, with a slight jerk of his chin toward the front of the room. With any luck it'd get them both out of a disciplinary talk.

His lips curl, and Poe nods easily. "Sounds like a plan," he agrees softly, "God speed," he adds with a teasing pat to Bucky's thigh as he pushes to his feet.

"Don't keep me waiting too long."

Bucky gives him a wink at that pat, standing and moving toward the front of the room, putting in his best game face. He's not fooling anyone and that's fine; it's better than the alternative of letting them find him. Truly though it's not so bad; he's certainly had to do worse, in terms of punishment assignments.

Later though he's dropping by Poe's office, knocking his knuckles lightly against the door as he leans in the doorway. The expression on his face is half a smile and half a smirk. "Hey."

Poe looks up, looking pleasantly surprised to see he's actually shown up.

There's the soft whir of Poe's roomba mascots motor as it passes by the doorway, his personalizations making the thing look ridiculous- decked out in flashy orange tape, a single googly eye (the other had been lost at some point) and a pocket knife some what poorly secured to its side.

"Hey," he returns, "How bad was it?"

"Could've been worse," he replies, pushing off his perch and coming into the room proper, following the roomba with a smile. Everyone has his or her quirks; not all of them are nearly this amusing. "A little extra paperwork, babysitting some training sessions. Can't complain."

Truly, the director had gone easy on him; he's going to take it and run. "Thought I'd drop by, see if they got to you at all." See if Poe is still interested.

"Nah, not yet. Bee Bee's been guarding the door," Poe says with a smirk and a nod towards the roomba, which is currently running into the wall repeatedly. Not exactly prime security.

"Figure my best shot is to get out of here before she spots me. You wanna come? Play bodyguard? We can get that coffee."

"Suppose you told him to let me in, huh?" Definitely not prime security. But it's cute regardless. And if nothing else, it clearly lets Poe know someone's coming. Maybe.

"Gonna hide behind me? Throw me in the line of fire?." Bucky smirks and puts his hands on the desk, leaning over toward Poe. "I'm onto your scheme, Dameron. And all I'm gonna say is: bring it."

"Yup," Poe plays along, sighing as the knife clatters to the floor with very poor timing. "...I'm going to find room in the budget eventually to force them to give me an actual robot."

He grins, looking up at him like he has no idea what he's talking about, before breaking easily and biting at his lip.

"Hope you don't regret that," he warns playfully, rising from his seat and grabbing his jacket. "Come on, let's get out of here.

"Or," Bucky starts, gleam in his eye, "we gotta take down a guy with robot minions, and reprogram one of them." Is it that simple? Well, in theory.

For a moment, just a tiny moment, Bucky worries that he's come on too strong. But then Poe breaks and a smile crawls across Bucky's face, enjoyment in the game. They've never taken it this far before; he's kind of excited himself to see where it goes.

"If I'm gonna live life dangerously, it's gonna be on my terms. So yeah, let's go find some trouble."

"Ohh, I like that better. Let's go with that," Poe agrees with a laugh. Not that he knows how to reprogram well at all, but that's a problem for future Poe.

He steps over the roomba, hand lighting at the small of Bucky's back for a short moment, and he grins as he moves past him to the doorway. "Let's do it."

"One reprogrammed robot out is then." He glances at the roomba again. "Maybe Bee Bee can be its minion in turn."

That touch, just a light little brush, feels like a tease. Bucky grins, easily falling into place next to Poe. "You have a place in mind? Or we just gonna pick a direction and see what happens?"

He smiles a that. Bee Bee had started out as a joke, but despite himself Poe's found himself pretty fond of the thing. He's imagined a whole personality for the little guy and everything. "Have to make sure the new one leaves a trail of crumbs for Bee Bee to follow."

"...Hadn't actually thought that far," Poe admits with a laugh, "I have a place I usually go. Terrible coffee. But the good kind of terrible."

"Sprinkle glitter around, and he can vacuum to his mechanical heart's content."

No, Bucky. Everyone knows that glitter is just plain evil.

"Mmm, sounds like my kinda place." In jeans and a leather jacket Bucky doesn't necessarily scream Captain America, and that's just fine with him. Someplace low key suits him just fine; after all, the goal is to flirt with each other, not with any of the scenery. "Lead on."

"Ohh, that's better." Who doesn't love a little chaos with their hypothetical robot companion?

The place isn't too far, bell chiming overhead as they come inside. It's very Mom & Pop, one regular seated in the back corner watching soccer on the worlds smallest, and grainiest television.

"Right?" Glitter bombs are clearly in their future.

But that's a consideration for Future Bucky; right now it's a little hole in the wall place, bell over the door and everything and Bucky follows Poe to sit down opposite him. "Nice and quiet here. I like it."

"Yeah, not bad, right?" It works well for this sort of thing. Quiet, out of way. Not the flashiest or most romantic spot, but no one to listen in on them either.

Soon they're set up with coffee that's definitely sat a little too long, but it's not terrible, and Poe stirs some sugar into it to temper the taste.

"We might have to keep an eye out for Mrs. Sweeney though," he teases.

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