Bucky Barnes (The Winter Soldier) (
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Flashy meets Slashy, Part 2!
Who: Tony Stark & Bucky Barnes. Later: YOU!
Where: First and second districts, possibly elsewhere
When: September 6th
Summary: A rematch for the ages, thanks to a little bit of malfunctioning dangerous tech. Later: Bucky roams around so people can point and laugh.
Warnings: Violence. Murderous intent. General Winter Soldier things.
[The former assassin thought he was beginning to improve himself, that maybe he could reclaim some part of his life that wasn't HYDRA and begin to move forward in earnest. He's been making progress towards that end and towards keeping the memories he's managed to get a hold of. He felt like he had purpose--that he was ready for whatever came his way.
It isn't that he clung to Steve so much that a day away makes him nervous. It's the thought that he might not return, that he might not remember, that brings him the most unease.
But instead of focusing on the things he can't change, he decides to focus on something he can do. Said something is currently taking a good look at the closed southern districts from atop a few roofs in the first and second districts. He remembers the warning given to them--that entering the places will drain their energy rapidly--but he wonders if maybe there's something hidden there, some reason for them to have kept these places closed when it's been pointed out that enough energy has been made to open them.
He doesn't really expect anyone to bother him, and he's fairly certain anyone he encounters will leave him be. It's not like he hasn't made peace (however shaky) with the one he had a violent encounter with the last time he was surveying things from a roof.]
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[To say Bucky is tired and in pain is a massive understatement. He's been tossed around and injured in more ways than he'd like to admit, and frankly, he doesn't intend to. He honestly could have nodded off in his room to speed up his recovery, but given that Stark is currently inhabiting the apartment, he thinks it's better to... go elsewhere, at least for the moment.
He decides to walk through the nearby districts, seeing what kind of collateral damage they left. A few dents and cracks in walls, a mark where he narrowly dodged getting blown up, bloodstains here and there--some his, some Stark's. He wonders if anyone saw them fighting, either the empty suit going berserk and attacking him or his attempts to hunt down the fleeing engineer. It would be nicer if no one did. He really doesn't feel like explaining anything.
At least he's in some less-tattered clothes now, even if he's only half bandaged up. He still looks like a mess, sadly, walking through the streets for no real reason except to get out of his shared apartment.]
Where: First and second districts, possibly elsewhere
When: September 6th
Summary: A rematch for the ages, thanks to a little bit of malfunctioning dangerous tech. Later: Bucky roams around so people can point and laugh.
Warnings: Violence. Murderous intent. General Winter Soldier things.
[The former assassin thought he was beginning to improve himself, that maybe he could reclaim some part of his life that wasn't HYDRA and begin to move forward in earnest. He's been making progress towards that end and towards keeping the memories he's managed to get a hold of. He felt like he had purpose--that he was ready for whatever came his way.
It isn't that he clung to Steve so much that a day away makes him nervous. It's the thought that he might not return, that he might not remember, that brings him the most unease.
But instead of focusing on the things he can't change, he decides to focus on something he can do. Said something is currently taking a good look at the closed southern districts from atop a few roofs in the first and second districts. He remembers the warning given to them--that entering the places will drain their energy rapidly--but he wonders if maybe there's something hidden there, some reason for them to have kept these places closed when it's been pointed out that enough energy has been made to open them.
He doesn't really expect anyone to bother him, and he's fairly certain anyone he encounters will leave him be. It's not like he hasn't made peace (however shaky) with the one he had a violent encounter with the last time he was surveying things from a roof.]
[To say Bucky is tired and in pain is a massive understatement. He's been tossed around and injured in more ways than he'd like to admit, and frankly, he doesn't intend to. He honestly could have nodded off in his room to speed up his recovery, but given that Stark is currently inhabiting the apartment, he thinks it's better to... go elsewhere, at least for the moment.
He decides to walk through the nearby districts, seeing what kind of collateral damage they left. A few dents and cracks in walls, a mark where he narrowly dodged getting blown up, bloodstains here and there--some his, some Stark's. He wonders if anyone saw them fighting, either the empty suit going berserk and attacking him or his attempts to hunt down the fleeing engineer. It would be nicer if no one did. He really doesn't feel like explaining anything.
At least he's in some less-tattered clothes now, even if he's only half bandaged up. He still looks like a mess, sadly, walking through the streets for no real reason except to get out of his shared apartment.]
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[The boy is growing more concerned the longer he watches James.]
Is it really okay for you to be walking around? You should be resting and letting yourself heal!
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[He doesn't think there's much point lamenting about how long it took. He's just going to make sure no permanent damage was done.]
I heal quickly. [Really. He'll probably be back to mostly fine in a couple days, maybe.]
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[Diarmuid crosses his arms over his chest and pouts slightly.]
You should come back to my apartment and rest. I wanted to cook for you anyway! Steve said I should make you spaghetti and apple pie, so I have stuff for that!
[Okay, so he got a pre-made apple pie, but the spaghetti he is going to make himself...]
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Either way, it might be good to rest somewhere he won't have to deal with someone he's fought at some point.]
Okay.
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[Diarmuid's expression immediately brightens when James agrees. He had been half afraid the man might not. Adults were weird like that sometimes. Not doing the things they need to in order to heal and be healthy.]
Lets go back to my apartment then! You can rest while I make the spaghetti. Or you can be bad and eat pie first! I won't tell anyone!
[He giggles. Diarmuid knows that you are suppose to eat the main meal before you have sweet things, but he is a little kid and sweet things are his favorite...]
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I can wait.
[He's had about enough of being "bad" for one day. He likes to limit his mistakes if at all possible, even if he doesn't really understand why eating pie before spaghetti would be one.]
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Do you remember what apple pie tastes like?
[The boy walks kind of slowly so that James doesn't cause himself more pain by walking too fast.]
I know you said you remembered what spaghetti tastes like...
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[He's had apples by themselves. They're not bad, so he's perfectly willing to try it.
He does his best to not let his injuries hinder his movement, but he is going a bit slower than his normal pace--just enough to be noticeable.]
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[Especially when they have been through as much as James has.]
How is your memory? Have you remembered anything else lately?
[Diarmuid notices that James is matching his speed and files that away in his head. The man must really be hurting. If Diarmuid ever finds out who was the other part of this misunderstanding, he is sure going to tell them a thing or two...]
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He was probably right.
[He remains silent for a few moments after Diarmuid's question, considering the past few weeks. He has remembered some things, yes. Some mundane, some more gruesome. But...]
Some. Not a lot.
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Good things or bad things?
[After seeing the one flashback James had, Diarmuid is smart enough to know that the things his friend remembers won't always be good things.]
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Some good. Others... I dunno.
[He hadn't been left disoriented by any of them, thankfully. But was remembering intense worry a bad thing, or an indication of something good? What would he call the satisfaction of lining up a shot and watching his target slump against a wall?]
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[Diarmuid hopes so, anyway. Hopefully, James doesn't has too many memories as bad as the one he remembered in the alley.]
Oh! Here we are! Lets go in so you can rest and I can start the spaghetti!
[He opens the door to the apartment building and waves James inside.]
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Thankfully, he does make it to the couch before his legs get too tired, gingerly leaning back after sitting in the same spot as the last time he was in the boy's apartment. He's not worried about the dogs or the pokemon that were present last time--they're too small to really do any damage to him anyway--and he's sorely tempted to close his eyes.
But Diarmuid plans to make something for him, and he doesn't want to fall asleep on him before that. He'll just try to enjoy sitting down for the time being.]
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Diarmuid? Are you home?
[Kit could hear someone moving around inside, so she assumed he was. She opened the door and peeked in.]
I just wanted to see if you wanted to-
[And then she spotted another friend. One who didn't look too good at the moment.]
James?
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Just rest while I make the spaghetti. I practiced so I can do it myself!
[He is just starting toward the kitchen when Kit calls out and comes inside.]
Hello, Kit! Lord James is visiting. I'm going to make him supper because he got hurt. Do you want to eat with us?
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He wasn't aware the two kids knew each other, but it makes sense that they'd seek out others about their age.]
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OK. Though if I'd known, I'd have brought something to share.
[Because you know, it's only polite.]
What happened?
[She's clearly referring to James' situation, but will be fine with either of her friends answering.]
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It's okay! You are my guests. Let me take care of you!
[Diarmuid dashes into the kitchen and crawls up on a chair, before turning back to answer Kit's question.]
Lord James said it was a misunderstanding. A big one, right Lord James?
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Yeah. We fought a while, but we figured it out eventually.
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OK. But let me know if you need help with anything. I'm a pretty good cook too.
[Kit frowns slightly at the explanation, but nods, going over to sit beside James, resting a hand lightly on his metal on. Because hey, a little contact would only speed up the healing process around here, right.]
Sounds like what happened to us with Viragor and the Wood Forgers. We thought Viragor was the bad guy because he was big and scary-looking, but it turned out that the Wood Forgers had lied to us. They were really the ones hurting the forest and Viragor was just trying to protect it.
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[He turns around on the counter and holds up his arm, showing them the bracelet on his wrist.]
I have this now! It makes me stronger!
[It's only a little, but for a little boy, a little is a lot!]
I don't understand why people have to lie about each other like that. Who cares if they look different?
[Diarmuid turns back around and starts pulling the things he needs out of the cabinet. In a surprisingly short amount of time, he has the spaghetti cooking and is starting to get the sauce ready.
Did he mention he had been practicing?]
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HYDRA lied to me like that a long time. [His brow furrows slightly, almost like he still can't quite believe it.] I didn't know until recently. I think I fought a lot of people for them.
[He's... become aware enough that telling others how many people he's killed probably isn't the greatest idea. And in some ways, with Kit and Diarmuid, he doesn't want to admit it.]
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Oohh... Is it magic?
[Maybe it was like Lion-O's Claw Gauntlet!
She sits back though as James speaks, telling them about the time someone- or apparently a group of someones- named HYDRA had lied to him.]
What's HYDRA?
[Whoever they were, though, Kit already didn't like them.]
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It is magic! I just got it not too long ago. I will show it to you later when I am not cooking!
[The boy turns back to working on the spaghetti and sauce, but he keeps talking.]
Lord James, if you did bad stuff because they lied to you, it's not your fault! You didn't know any better. Now you just have to do your best to make up for it and make them pay for hurting you and all those others!
[Killing isn't such a big deal to Diarmuid. While any loss of life is sad, he realizes it is going to happen. In fact, as a knight, he knows he will likely have to kill people. He just has to make sure he is doing it for the right reasons.]
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And Kit unintentionally causes trouble. X3
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