[ she hasn't slept much in the last seven days.
the horrors of the masquerade play through wanda's mind on a loop, razor sharp ice around all the edges. every time she closes her eyes, she doesn't see the calm darkness behind her eyelids; she sees the blackness of unconsciousness, of succumbing to hypothermia, of nearly dying. coming to in bucky's desperate grasp, everything hazy and rippling, fragments, jagged and then suddenly liquid, wet with tears and profuse, nonsensical apologies. she'd nearly died, so many others had, but... their fight was over. they've moved past a snow-steeped mountain, if nothing else.
she's awake when she hears the telltale thump against the wall across from her room. he's had nightmares ever since their arrival, and, she suspects, ever since he escaped HYDRA's clutches. not every night (those nights, she thinks, he's not asleep), but often enough. she has made a habit of creeping into his room every so often to check on him; he doesn't wake. she never touches his mind, but she does draw up close, extend a hand, touch his hair.
he still doesn't wake.
light fingers run methodically through his overly long hair as he trembles, from temple, back, and back. along his hairline. around the nape of his neck. not once does she dip into his thoughts to placate him; the touch alone seems to work. he settles. once he seems in a stable enough state, she always manages to either sit down in a chair and watch over him for a while, contemplating, or creep back to her room.
tonight... she's sitting on the edge of his bed, stroking through the hair behind his ear, and he starts to stir.
she freezes, holding her breath. ]
the horrors of the masquerade play through wanda's mind on a loop, razor sharp ice around all the edges. every time she closes her eyes, she doesn't see the calm darkness behind her eyelids; she sees the blackness of unconsciousness, of succumbing to hypothermia, of nearly dying. coming to in bucky's desperate grasp, everything hazy and rippling, fragments, jagged and then suddenly liquid, wet with tears and profuse, nonsensical apologies. she'd nearly died, so many others had, but... their fight was over. they've moved past a snow-steeped mountain, if nothing else.
she's awake when she hears the telltale thump against the wall across from her room. he's had nightmares ever since their arrival, and, she suspects, ever since he escaped HYDRA's clutches. not every night (those nights, she thinks, he's not asleep), but often enough. she has made a habit of creeping into his room every so often to check on him; he doesn't wake. she never touches his mind, but she does draw up close, extend a hand, touch his hair.
he still doesn't wake.
light fingers run methodically through his overly long hair as he trembles, from temple, back, and back. along his hairline. around the nape of his neck. not once does she dip into his thoughts to placate him; the touch alone seems to work. he settles. once he seems in a stable enough state, she always manages to either sit down in a chair and watch over him for a while, contemplating, or creep back to her room.
tonight... she's sitting on the edge of his bed, stroking through the hair behind his ear, and he starts to stir.
she freezes, holding her breath. ]
[ Bucky's had nightmares since Azzano, but now they're a constant presence. When he'd been on his own in Europe, he'd been fine until his memories had started coming back. After that, it had been every night for a long time.
In Wakanda, he'd managed to start having a restful night here and there, but Deerington has him back at square one, dragging up so many of the things he thought he'd made peace with.
Sometimes he dreams of what HYDRA made him do. Sometimes it's being back on that slab in Azzano. Sometimes he's falling and falling until he wakes up in a cold sweat.
Now? He's in the snow and everyone he cares about is in it, but no matter how much he yells or shakes them, none of them wake up.
Wanda. Steve. T'Challa. Shuri.
He stands over Wanda and the dream is so vivid that he swears he can smell her, but then everything starts to crumble away.
With a soft humming noise, he turns his head into Wanda's touch and opens his eyes.
This isn't a dream.
He stares up at her sleepily. ]
In Wakanda, he'd managed to start having a restful night here and there, but Deerington has him back at square one, dragging up so many of the things he thought he'd made peace with.
Sometimes he dreams of what HYDRA made him do. Sometimes it's being back on that slab in Azzano. Sometimes he's falling and falling until he wakes up in a cold sweat.
Now? He's in the snow and everyone he cares about is in it, but no matter how much he yells or shakes them, none of them wake up.
Wanda. Steve. T'Challa. Shuri.
He stands over Wanda and the dream is so vivid that he swears he can smell her, but then everything starts to crumble away.
With a soft humming noise, he turns his head into Wanda's touch and opens his eyes.
This isn't a dream.
He stares up at her sleepily. ]
[ Some time in the afternoon, there's a package left outside Bucky's place. It's a large container of soup — chicken and mixed vegetables — and there's plenty of it to go around. It's wrapped in butcher paper and tied with twine and on the front is a sticky note that reads "eat or freeze" in John's messy, but likely recognizable hand. ]
Surprised not to see you on my doorstep today but I made too much curry. Want to take some home with you?
doc, you already won my heart. what are you after now?
(yes)
(yes)
09/20
2pm
>> I fell out of the sky last night.
>> So that's a thing that happened.
09/20
8pm
>> Want to watch a shitty movie tomorrow?
09/21
2pm
>> Okay not to sound creepy or clingy but you're not usually this slow in responding. Just let me know you're ok.
09/21
7:45pm
>> Seriously starting to freak out here, Bucky. Weird things have been happening and you're not responding. Brain is going to worse case scenarios here.
09/21
10pm
>> Just went to your place and you weren't there. What's going on? I asked around and no one has seen you since the other night.
09/22
11am
>> I really hope you just went to go play in the woods with the deer.
09/22
9pm
>> Bucky.
>> Please.
09/24
9am
>> I don't know how else to try and reach you besides this thing. I don't even know if you're getting these.
09/24
3:36pm
>> I hope you're ok.
09/24
4:17pm
>> I hope you're not being hurt if you went back home. If we can even get out of this place. People disappear and we don't even know where they go.
>> But the other night I could've sworn I saw myself sleeping. When I was falling from the sky. It happened so fast.
>> Maybe this really is just a dream. Maybe you just woke up first.
09/25
6am
>> I can't sleep. I keep running through all these scenarios in my head of what could've happened to you.
>> What could be happening to you right now.
09/25
3pm
>> I think it's time to start putting your picture on the milk cartons.
09/25
3:09pm
>> That was a terrible joke.
09/25
9:46pm
>> I just need to know you're ok.
2pm
>> I fell out of the sky last night.
>> So that's a thing that happened.
09/20
8pm
>> Want to watch a shitty movie tomorrow?
09/21
2pm
>> Okay not to sound creepy or clingy but you're not usually this slow in responding. Just let me know you're ok.
09/21
7:45pm
>> Seriously starting to freak out here, Bucky. Weird things have been happening and you're not responding. Brain is going to worse case scenarios here.
09/21
10pm
>> Just went to your place and you weren't there. What's going on? I asked around and no one has seen you since the other night.
09/22
11am
>> I really hope you just went to go play in the woods with the deer.
09/22
9pm
>> Bucky.
>> Please.
09/24
9am
>> I don't know how else to try and reach you besides this thing. I don't even know if you're getting these.
09/24
3:36pm
>> I hope you're ok.
09/24
4:17pm
>> I hope you're not being hurt if you went back home. If we can even get out of this place. People disappear and we don't even know where they go.
>> But the other night I could've sworn I saw myself sleeping. When I was falling from the sky. It happened so fast.
>> Maybe this really is just a dream. Maybe you just woke up first.
09/25
6am
>> I can't sleep. I keep running through all these scenarios in my head of what could've happened to you.
>> What could be happening to you right now.
09/25
3pm
>> I think it's time to start putting your picture on the milk cartons.
09/25
3:09pm
>> That was a terrible joke.
09/25
9:46pm
>> I just need to know you're ok.
(There is no way for a twelve year old to really be able to describe the kind of guilt that Eddie felt. Seeing Bucky's video a few days after everything had felt like being dunked into ice water. Eddie had dry-heaved a few times before finally pulling himself together enough to do something. There was no way he could just talk to Bucky.
What was he supposed to say? Sorry me and my best friend killed you. Blows that you're sick.
But he couldn't just sit around and twiddle his thumbs either. There were some mixed feelings here. Part of him was doing this because Bucky was someone that he had genuinely liked. Maybe he hadn't trusted Bucky the way he did some adults in this town, but he liked him. Bucky seemed like...a good person.
And to be honest, the fact that Bucky hadn't tried to hurt them no matter how bad they hurt him? That...That stuck with Eddie. Especially seeing as how he had been stabbed by someone out of self-defense, a lady who didn't have an issue stabbing a kid. Not that Eddie could blame her, but it was still something that was going to stick with him. Bucky could have easily killed Richie and Eddie out of self defense. At the very least, he could have hurt them bad enough to stop them.
He didn't though.
He didn't and it made everything so much harder.
So between liking Bucky as a person and feeling that sharp guilt, it didn't require a lot of motivation to get Eddie running off to Hart Mart to buy a basket. He stocks it up. There's a few cans of soup, sure, but Eddie gets a tissue box, some orange juice. Back at his house, he carefully puts a variety of pills into neatly labeled baggies: BAAAD FEVER ONLY! | HEADACHE. I'M TALKING AN ICE PICK IN YOUR HEAD KIND OF HEADACHE. | TO STOP VOMIT. | BODY ACHES.
He carefully bunched asphodels from the floral shop together in a thin red ribbon and threaded the flowers through the handle of the basket. He doesn't bother to leave his name, a note. A crappy "sorry" note would feel too little. Anything else felt like ignoring things that needed to be said.
The basket winds up outside of Bucky's front door, and Eddie rings the bell before darting away on his bike.
He hopes you feel better, bud.)
What was he supposed to say? Sorry me and my best friend killed you. Blows that you're sick.
But he couldn't just sit around and twiddle his thumbs either. There were some mixed feelings here. Part of him was doing this because Bucky was someone that he had genuinely liked. Maybe he hadn't trusted Bucky the way he did some adults in this town, but he liked him. Bucky seemed like...a good person.
And to be honest, the fact that Bucky hadn't tried to hurt them no matter how bad they hurt him? That...That stuck with Eddie. Especially seeing as how he had been stabbed by someone out of self-defense, a lady who didn't have an issue stabbing a kid. Not that Eddie could blame her, but it was still something that was going to stick with him. Bucky could have easily killed Richie and Eddie out of self defense. At the very least, he could have hurt them bad enough to stop them.
He didn't though.
He didn't and it made everything so much harder.
So between liking Bucky as a person and feeling that sharp guilt, it didn't require a lot of motivation to get Eddie running off to Hart Mart to buy a basket. He stocks it up. There's a few cans of soup, sure, but Eddie gets a tissue box, some orange juice. Back at his house, he carefully puts a variety of pills into neatly labeled baggies: BAAAD FEVER ONLY! | HEADACHE. I'M TALKING AN ICE PICK IN YOUR HEAD KIND OF HEADACHE. | TO STOP VOMIT. | BODY ACHES.
He carefully bunched asphodels from the floral shop together in a thin red ribbon and threaded the flowers through the handle of the basket. He doesn't bother to leave his name, a note. A crappy "sorry" note would feel too little. Anything else felt like ignoring things that needed to be said.
The basket winds up outside of Bucky's front door, and Eddie rings the bell before darting away on his bike.
He hopes you feel better, bud.)
Edited (words) 2018-09-29 06:52 (UTC)
[ He's pretty sure this is the right address, and he has literally no idea what else to do, so: ]
hey so you don't actually know me but do you remember the corn maze at all?
hey so you don't actually know me but do you remember the corn maze at all?
pretty vividly.
[ He tries not to think about it, but given what a minefield his mind is, he can't fight it too hard or it just goes somewhere worse. ]
[ He tries not to think about it, but given what a minefield his mind is, he can't fight it too hard or it just goes somewhere worse. ]
text. look he has to worry about hiatus-children it's in his DNA
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quipsandthwips
2018-12-18 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
Hey Bucky, where's Lil Pete been?
I mean, I was gonna keep an eye and ear out for him but I haven't heard from him lately
Is he alright?
I mean, I was gonna keep an eye and ear out for him but I haven't heard from him lately
Is he alright?
I think he's okay, but he's been out for a little while. last time I saw this, the person was fine afterwards, but I keep checking on him, anyway. so far no change.
Sometime around the 25th, a Delivery Dog arrives with the following
justbeingknife
2018-12-21 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ A blade carved roughly of antler. There's a note attached: ]
For close encounters. Is it weird to keep givin' ya weapons?
For close encounters. Is it weird to keep givin' ya weapons?
[There's a box on the doorstep. A box wrapped in bright red foil, a silky silver ribbon tied around it with a bow on top. Inside the box is a bottle of scotch... and a large collection of sparkly hair ties, hair ornaments, and brushes. On top of the pile is a simple piece of white cardstock paper with elegant cursive words penned in red ink (notice a pattern?), as if written with a quill or a fountain pen.
Happy holidays.
Who could have sent it? Well, all that red looks a lot like the red a certain someone likes to wear, right? Who apparently has a quirky sense of humour.]
Happy holidays.
Who could have sent it? Well, all that red looks a lot like the red a certain someone likes to wear, right? Who apparently has a quirky sense of humour.]
[After chatting with Majima over plans to surprise Bruce and his suggestion that Bucky should be Santa at this surprise party, Skye immediately calls him. It's not too late in the day, but she hopes he's not too busy right now that he can't pick up.
There's a slight chance she may be more excited by this idea than Bucky will be.]
There's a slight chance she may be more excited by this idea than Bucky will be.]
[ He answers the phone still half-laughing and out of breath. ]
Can't talk. Buried in dogs.
Can't talk. Buried in dogs.
[A neatly wrapped box is delivered containing an assortment of chocolate and gingerbread cutout cookies - enough to share between everyone in the house.
With it is a small hand-written note, the chicken-scratch writing just barely legible:]
Happy holidays.
- B
P.S. Let me know when you want more food in the kitchen.
With it is a small hand-written note, the chicken-scratch writing just barely legible:]
Happy holidays.
- B
P.S. Let me know when you want more food in the kitchen.
[It's a box! And inside that box is...huh. It looks like they're petcare products and toys?
And on some of the toys, there's a scarf, hairties, beard oil...there seems to be a pattern here.
Wonder who it's from?]
And on some of the toys, there's a scarf, hairties, beard oil...there seems to be a pattern here.
Wonder who it's from?]
[ The package in shimmering silver paper is a little crudely wrapped - what's inside is oddly shaped. Someone wasn't able to do a good job here but it's certain that an attempt was made - that's the main thing isn't it?
Hidden within is a small, hand-carved deer - no bigger than the palm of an average human hand. Much like the wrapping paper, the figure is a little on the crude side: there's nothing startlingly expert in the craftsmanship. But someone's clearly taken their time to carve the little deer and tried their best - even the roughest edges have been sanded down a little. Eyes, noses and hooves have been coloured with a black marker.
With the deer, a small, simple note that reads: ]
merry christmas
from scarlett
[ Some time between midnight and dawn on Christmas Day, a giant box is dropped off, likely by Blake himself, as he'd feel a bit bad leaving it to the Delivery Dogs. It's attractively adorned and everything inside is carefully wrapped in matching wrapping papers.
When opened Bucky will find a couple gifts: Included is a spare arm, a cute coffee cup, a small bale of hay, a twenty-pound bag of whole bean coffee, a wide-toothed comb, two-hundred hair ties, one scrunchie, and twenty random romance novels.
Attached is a note written in a bit of a messy scrawl:
He's taken great care to make sure the box is secured from water soaking into the bottom. Happy Holidays! ]
When opened Bucky will find a couple gifts: Included is a spare arm, a cute coffee cup, a small bale of hay, a twenty-pound bag of whole bean coffee, a wide-toothed comb, two-hundred hair ties, one scrunchie, and twenty random romance novels.
Attached is a note written in a bit of a messy scrawl:
-RJB |
He's taken great care to make sure the box is secured from water soaking into the bottom. Happy Holidays! ]
[ There's a small wrapped box left for him. It's got a couple of handpainted rocks inside and a batch of homemade muffins. ]
Hope this helps your holiday seasons ROCK, Rumplestiltskin.
- Chloe
[ She thinks she's funny. ]
Hope this helps your holiday seasons ROCK, Rumplestiltskin.
- Chloe
[ She thinks she's funny. ]
[Despite what happened yesterday, Skye still feels the need to check up on Bucky. He wasn't himself then, and it wasn't his fault, but it still left Skye scared. Which is why she tries to reach out.]
Are you okay?
Are you okay?
no
[ He's not going to lie and they've been through too much for him to just ignore her, even if he doesn't think he can face her right now. ]
[ He's not going to lie and they've been through too much for him to just ignore her, even if he doesn't think he can face her right now. ]
(tw: idk if they're suicidal thoughts or just adjacent?)
lednikovyy
- 2019-03-12 23:28 (UTC) - Expand[Skye knew Bucky's birthday was coming up and had already purchased his presents before everything went sideways. Debating whether or not giving him the presents would make things worse, Skye finally decides to just leave them on the doorstep. It's late already and she doesn't see the front light on when she arrives. There are two boxes, a much smaller one stacked on top of the other. Inside of them, he'll find a bottle of the whiskey they both had Valentine's day and a really odd goat riding a skateboard.
On top of the boxes is also a card that, when opened, simply reads:
'Happy Birthday.'
She left her name out of it because, maybe, this way he won't throw everything out.]
On top of the boxes is also a card that, when opened, simply reads:
'Happy Birthday.'
She left her name out of it because, maybe, this way he won't throw everything out.]
Edited 2019-03-08 20:19 (UTC)
if you're buying, I'm drinking.
you do know it takes a lot to get me drunk, right? I don't want to drink you out of house and home.
you do know it takes a lot to get me drunk, right? I don't want to drink you out of house and home.
[There's a package for Bucky! That's a nice surprise. Inside, it contains...
A hundred points worth of bullets. There's no note as to who it's from.]
A hundred points worth of bullets. There's no note as to who it's from.]
[ ➟ Shotgun (40 points)
➟ Broken Butterfly, magnum revolver (30 points)
who would own such a stylish and cool revolver? it is a mystery ]
➟ Broken Butterfly, magnum revolver (30 points)
who would own such a stylish and cool revolver? it is a mystery ]
[Skye hasn’t been on a serious date in, God, she doesn’t even know how long. One where she gets dressed up and takes an embarrassingly long time to get ready, but she wants to look good. Her options of nice dresses are down to the pink one she received last year. Skye bites back an excited giggle when Bucky picks her up so they can walk to the restaurant together, he looks good, which isn’t a huge surprise to her. He always looks good, but, to see him even semi formal is new to her.]
Thanks.
[Skye says when Bucky holds the door open for her, she could definitely get used to this kind of chivalry. The wait for a booth wasn’t long, and when they’re finally guided over to one, Skye tucks the skirt of her dress under her before scooting in. Asking for a glass of water for now, Skye thanks the waiter before he leaves to get their drinks.]
This place is really nice. Could’ve sworn I saw one of those lions move outside, you notice that?
Thanks.
[Skye says when Bucky holds the door open for her, she could definitely get used to this kind of chivalry. The wait for a booth wasn’t long, and when they’re finally guided over to one, Skye tucks the skirt of her dress under her before scooting in. Asking for a glass of water for now, Skye thanks the waiter before he leaves to get their drinks.]
This place is really nice. Could’ve sworn I saw one of those lions move outside, you notice that?
[ Bucky hasn't been on a real date in decades. He knows a lot of things are different now, but he likes the idea of doing something nice for Skye, so he's just going with his gut on this one. She deserves a nice night out and he likes spending time with her.
So he opens the door and he smiles at her whenever he catches her eye as they move to their booth. ]
Wouldn't have noticed. I was too busy looking at something else.
[ A cheesy smile and then: ]
Wait, did you really see one of them move?
So he opens the door and he smiles at her whenever he catches her eye as they move to their booth. ]
Wouldn't have noticed. I was too busy looking at something else.
[ A cheesy smile and then: ]
Wait, did you really see one of them move?
Buck, do you know where I can buy condoms?
Steve is typing...
For a class.
Steve is typing...
Steve has entered text.
Steve is typing...
That I'm teaching.
Steve is typing...
For a class.
Steve is typing...
Steve has entered text.
Steve is typing...
That I'm teaching.
Hey. Have you heard from Thor recently?
[Sorry, Bucky, I know it’s not the “hey you up” text you were hoping for.]
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