04 | I Need A—

[sinistral]

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

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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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[sinistral]

"Yeah, I probably do," he sighs, looking over his shoulder. Goon #1 is stirring, but Bucky knows for a fact he's not going anywhere on that broken leg.

"Listen, you got a business card or something? Contact info? So I can set up car replacement for you...I'm assuming you work around here?" All the important points needed to get a car here, today, because he's committed to making it happen.

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

Yeah. Hero business.

"Oh! Yeah, sure!" Eddie pats his pockets until he locates his wallet. Flipping it open, he pulls out a business card.

Edward Kaspbrak, CPA
Criterion Audit Firm

He pulls a pen from another pocket and writes his personal phone number on the back before handing it to Captain America. "Uh, here. Those are all my numbers. My office is just around the block."

[sinistral]

Bucky pulls out his cell phone and takes a picture of the card, front and back, before stowing card in his wallet and phone in his pocket. "Just in case," he explains. He doesn't want this guy's bad luck to extend to Bucky losing his card.

Not that he won't remember the name; it's a bit unusual. "CPA, huh? You're the real hero, this time of year. I think of the two of us, I might have the easier job."

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

Huh. Efficient. Though he shouldn't be surprised. This is Captain America, after all.

The compliment takes him by surprise. He blinks for a moment, stunned into silence. Finally, he shakes his head with an embarrassed laugh. "Oh I don't know about all that. It's not like spreadsheets are trying to kill me or anything."

[sinistral]

"Never say never." Bucky grins, at ease with the encounter. This is how he likes to be in conversation: just a regular guy. Or about as regular as a guy who can hurl a metal frisbee with enough force to crush the side of a car. "I'm sure that deep in the middle of tax audit season, you find yourself wishing for something as straightforward as a holdup at the local convenience store."

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

Seriously, this is Captain America? He seems just like a normal average guy!

He laughs, smiling and shrugging. "Okay, yeah, I guess you're right. I just never thought of it like that. But now that's all I'm gonna be thinking about."

[sinistral]

He tries to be a normal average guy! Just. One who can do all that superhero stuff too.

"See, I've doomed you." Bucky winks, his words a tease. "Audit season rolls around, you're gonna be coming for me."

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

Eddie laughs, "Is Captain America afraid of a tax audit?"

Wait, would that be rude? Shoot. Do these people actually get paid?

[sinistral]

Do they get paid?!? ¯\_( ツ)_/¯

No but seriously it's a fake city rp land an interesting question that Bucky won't fully answer, because if Marvel isn't going to bother addressing it then neither am I government information and all. Instead he just laughs, clapping Eddie on the shoulder.

"Fortunately I have people who handle all that paperwork for me, but if they all decide to up and quit one day, I'm calling you."

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

"ow." Eddie smiles, hiding the fact that... ow, yeah that arm clap kind of hurt.

"Deal. Now, uh, don't let me keep you from saving the day and all that."

[sinistral]

"You got it." Because Bucky really is running late, at this point. Something something evil waits for no man, save that he used that excuse just two days ago. Oh well. He starts walking away to corral the slowly-gaining-consciousness criminals, just another day on the job.

Over his shoulder, he says, "one replacement car, delivery by lunchtime. Promise."