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farsickness2021-01-02 05:37 pm
ostavil) wrote in farsickness2021-01-02 05:37 pm
[open] old familiar places
WHO: Bucky Barnes + Open
WHEN: January
WHAT: Re-Arrival
WHERE: Streets and then the inn
WARNINGS: TBD
Bucky has seen a lot of shit in his time and when he'd come to Gazin the first time, he'd gone to the inn and cased the place as best he could. Now, returning, he knows a little more than most. He still doesn't understand why he keeps getting chosen to come here. Is there some hole in the universe, some tear he keeps stumbling into across the street from the fruit stand? Is he here because he needs to hide from the world and Wakanda isn't a good enough place? He has no idea why this place keeps calling to him, keeps drawing him in. He has no idea why it seems to want him to return for a second time.
He pats himself down and realizes this time it's at least given him knives to work with. No guns, but he's not shocked. This is a place of horses and blacksmiths and guns are hundreds of years into the future. He's used to being the throwback but in Gazin, he's from the future. He feels like some kind of exhibition at the Stark Expo or some shit and that's so long ago it's a distant, distant memory. It's one only recently returned to him, too, and he smiles at what his idea of the future had been back then. Little did he know.
Just as before, he makes his way along the main road and toward the inn. This is the center of this little town and the place to get the most information. He knows a little more than last time about the layout but he doesn't know which people are still here, which have changed, and which are new like he'd been the last time he came into town. He still takes a table that's a little shadowed so he can watch rather than be seen but at least he knows what he's about this time.
WHEN: January
WHAT: Re-Arrival
WHERE: Streets and then the inn
WARNINGS: TBD
Bucky has seen a lot of shit in his time and when he'd come to Gazin the first time, he'd gone to the inn and cased the place as best he could. Now, returning, he knows a little more than most. He still doesn't understand why he keeps getting chosen to come here. Is there some hole in the universe, some tear he keeps stumbling into across the street from the fruit stand? Is he here because he needs to hide from the world and Wakanda isn't a good enough place? He has no idea why this place keeps calling to him, keeps drawing him in. He has no idea why it seems to want him to return for a second time.
He pats himself down and realizes this time it's at least given him knives to work with. No guns, but he's not shocked. This is a place of horses and blacksmiths and guns are hundreds of years into the future. He's used to being the throwback but in Gazin, he's from the future. He feels like some kind of exhibition at the Stark Expo or some shit and that's so long ago it's a distant, distant memory. It's one only recently returned to him, too, and he smiles at what his idea of the future had been back then. Little did he know.
Just as before, he makes his way along the main road and toward the inn. This is the center of this little town and the place to get the most information. He knows a little more than last time about the layout but he doesn't know which people are still here, which have changed, and which are new like he'd been the last time he came into town. He still takes a table that's a little shadowed so he can watch rather than be seen but at least he knows what he's about this time.
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That's something he's grateful for, honestly. For so long he's worried about what he's capable of and what damage he can cause but it seems like he's sheltered from that here. It's a nice thing, to know he can't hurt anyone on accident, and having control makes him feel more like himself than he has in a long time.
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"And that's the way it should be," he offers a small smile. "You got me, too. Things get rough and you get too far into that head you know I'll do what I can to pull you back. Whatever it takes."
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"Hasn't seemed to be much of an issue here, though, but I guess that's because HYDRA hasn't figured out a way to hijack this place. It seems...purer than that. Older than HYDRA. Older than anything that's ever tried to reprogram me."
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Steve glances around slowly, hoping that they don't have a problem. There's a niggling at the edges of his mind that want him to be cautiously optimistic that nothing horrible is on the horizon.
"That's good," he nods. "If anyone I know needs a break, it's you. Because you're older than me."
A smirk.
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Bucky doesn't remember it, per se, but he repeats it to himself over and over until it's true. That makes it true, doesn't it? That makes it a memory?
"Little older but not taller anymore. The serum didn't make me any taller. I think I got cheated."
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Somedays he wonders where life would have taken him if Dr. Erskine never gave him that chance.
"I think I'm okay with this," he laughs again. "Sort of makes up for all those times I tried to make myself taller so I didn't look like your much younger kid brother on those double dates you forced me to go on with you."
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It's all good-natured, though, and not in the sad and wistful way he might have said it a few months back. It feels good to be something approaching his normal self even if the new normal isn't the swell guy from the 40s.