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apocalypsehowcomm2022-09-20 10:09 pm
worthallthis) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2022-09-20 10:09 pm
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Who: Winter (Bucky Barnes) and OPEN
When: September catch-all
Where: Various, see prompts
Summary: What Winter gets up to in September
Warnings:
I. Movie(s) - his apartment, close CR only
In the end, Winter chickens out on setting up another outdoor projected watch party for the movies he wants to watch. Instead, he invites people to his apartment sporadically, sometimes one at a time, sometimes in pairs. He always has food and cocoa for them while they watch The Wizard of Oz or Buck Privates or Snow White, all movies that apparently came out during the time he was supposedly living in New York being a normal person.
He watches each one with dedication, hoping for... something. He's not really sure what.
Buck Privates makes him laugh, at least, startling even himself-- even if it's also kind of uncomfortable. He remembers more flashes of the war during that one than he does the movie.
II. Weeding - in town, OTA
The lamb plants sprouted in one place: he and Yelena rooted them out, burned the remains, and salted the ground where they'd sprouted. Now he's prowling the town making sure there aren't any more around. Find him poking his nose into alleys around Thing of Beauty, haunting warehouses near the one they'd cleaned out, and glaring at the fences around Dogtown as if suspecting the things to be in there, lurking, waiting to spread outside the confines of the weird places.
III. Lost - Dogtown, OTA
Winter is... not great at simply drifting along and not thinking. He is not great at being careless. So when he dives in after some stupid kids late one afternoon, he finds himself soon hopelessly lost. He isn't afraid... but he is frustrated and that apparently counts as enough to keep him turning around on himself for hours. He misses dinner. He misses curfew.
Someone might have to come in after him and lead him out, or else let him stumble out whenever the woods simply get bored of him, in the middle of the night.
IV. Passtimes - around town, OTA
Even when not "weeding", Winter patrols the city on his days off, because he can't not work even when he's not on call at ADI. His patrols are, often, more of an amble than a stalk, hands tucked into his coat pockets and gaze roving around to interesting and familiar things about town rather than fixed and open to take in as much as possible at once.
He sits on benches in the (non-Dogwood) park and reads out loud to himself from whatever book he's working on that day. He checks the local papers on streetcorners (those he doesn't read out loud). He buys a milkshake at a little drive-through and looks surprised at how good it is. He looks for any sign that there might be an event related to swing dancing anywhere in town, and is largely disappointed at the lack.
A friend passing by might get offered a sip of his milkshake. A stranger paying any attention to the newspaper stand might get his newspaper offered to them, even if he isn't finished with it.
When: September catch-all
Where: Various, see prompts
Summary: What Winter gets up to in September
Warnings:
I. Movie(s) - his apartment, close CR only
In the end, Winter chickens out on setting up another outdoor projected watch party for the movies he wants to watch. Instead, he invites people to his apartment sporadically, sometimes one at a time, sometimes in pairs. He always has food and cocoa for them while they watch The Wizard of Oz or Buck Privates or Snow White, all movies that apparently came out during the time he was supposedly living in New York being a normal person.
He watches each one with dedication, hoping for... something. He's not really sure what.
Buck Privates makes him laugh, at least, startling even himself-- even if it's also kind of uncomfortable. He remembers more flashes of the war during that one than he does the movie.
II. Weeding - in town, OTA
The lamb plants sprouted in one place: he and Yelena rooted them out, burned the remains, and salted the ground where they'd sprouted. Now he's prowling the town making sure there aren't any more around. Find him poking his nose into alleys around Thing of Beauty, haunting warehouses near the one they'd cleaned out, and glaring at the fences around Dogtown as if suspecting the things to be in there, lurking, waiting to spread outside the confines of the weird places.
III. Lost - Dogtown, OTA
Winter is... not great at simply drifting along and not thinking. He is not great at being careless. So when he dives in after some stupid kids late one afternoon, he finds himself soon hopelessly lost. He isn't afraid... but he is frustrated and that apparently counts as enough to keep him turning around on himself for hours. He misses dinner. He misses curfew.
Someone might have to come in after him and lead him out, or else let him stumble out whenever the woods simply get bored of him, in the middle of the night.
IV. Passtimes - around town, OTA
Even when not "weeding", Winter patrols the city on his days off, because he can't not work even when he's not on call at ADI. His patrols are, often, more of an amble than a stalk, hands tucked into his coat pockets and gaze roving around to interesting and familiar things about town rather than fixed and open to take in as much as possible at once.
He sits on benches in the (non-Dogwood) park and reads out loud to himself from whatever book he's working on that day. He checks the local papers on streetcorners (those he doesn't read out loud). He buys a milkshake at a little drive-through and looks surprised at how good it is. He looks for any sign that there might be an event related to swing dancing anywhere in town, and is largely disappointed at the lack.
A friend passing by might get offered a sip of his milkshake. A stranger paying any attention to the newspaper stand might get his newspaper offered to them, even if he isn't finished with it.
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Steve glances carefully at Winter, almost more out of the corner of his eye, because he's afraid to take his eyes fully off the path that - thank god - seems to still be under their feet. "I think we'd better keep our eyes on it," he says out loud, and his fingers don't loosen in the least in their grip around Winter's arm. It's a little weaker than it once was, even as a regular Joe; the burn scars robbed him of a little feeling, a little strength, but he manages just fine. And nothing could make him let go now. "And a grip on each other," he adds, carefully pocketing the compass, again without tearing his eyes away from the path.
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He nudges with the knuckles on that hand for Steve to start moving, letting him lead the way down the path, since Winter's attempts at finding his own way, path or not, have all been for naught. Hopefully Steve will have better luck.
"We're probably too late for curfew by now. Wonder if Belova can sneak us in," he comments, much preferring to focus on the here and now than confusing emotions from a life that isn't even his anymore.
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His lips do twitch into a smile, though, when he replies, "I think it's less a matter of can she do it and more a matter of will she."
Okay, Steve's bad at sneaking. But he's not terrible.
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Mostly, yeah, it's probably about Steve. Winter can probably sneak in... maybe. With help.
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The path seems to stay under their feet, and Steve starts to relax, if minutely.
"Otherwise I guess I'll see if Bonnie can put me up for a night. Since I'm sure you won't have any trouble getting back in unnoticed."
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The exit is right up ahead, though, with a light shining through the branches from ADI's gate station, so at least they're almost free.
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There is definitely part of Steve that doesn't want to leave Winter alone, either. (His fingers are still clenched in Winter's sleeve.)
"Maybe I should try that, then. I'll even already be at work in the morning, how convenient."
He's talking, but his attention is fixed on that gate. They're almost there, but he doesn't think he'll trust it until they're there - and, honestly, a good several yards beyond it. "You see the gate, too, right?"
Probably best to check, given everything.
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"I'm beginning to seriously dislike this place," he says, just as they finally, finally reach the gate. Steve can't help the way he reaches out the hand not gripping Winter's clothing and taking hold of the gate itself, like he needs that anchor to pull them the last little bit of the way.
And he still doesn't quite let go of Winter, even once they're both past the threshold. He does slow and stop, though, glancing behind them.
"Let's not do that again."
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"Not like that, anyway," he agrees sourly, looking over his shoulder only briefly, before focusing back on Steve. "I'll feel better when all I see are buildings. Not trees."
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"No," he agrees. "And next time, we go in together to start." He considers. "Maybe with a lead rope."
His half-smile means he's probably not serious. Probably. It would be kind of impractical.
Nonetheless, he is heading them straight in the direction of the nearest buildings. He'll feel better once they're there, too. "So. I guess we're sleeping in the gym tonight?"
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"It's definitely one more night guard than I know. I'm usually tying not to draw their attention." He tends to squeak by just barely before curfew some nights.
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