twenty two ✪ video & spam

[imfollowinghim]

[There's a serious furrow to Bucky's brow when he addresses the Barge, making him look almost too old for twelve. He still looks young, but there's something world weary and mature that makes it clear he's not messing around and expects to be taken seriously. (Which is kind of a joke, because he's just a poor kid with no parents from Brooklyn and he doesn't expect anyone to take him seriously at all, but he has to try, because something important's riding on these guys listening to him.)] Who're the doctors on board? I need to talk to one of them. Or a couple of 'em, just so we're clear on some stuff. [He doesn't want to outright announce "my friend has asthma" to anyone, especially the other kids, because that's enough to get people looking at Steve like he's diseased sometimes, or basically paint a target of "I'm easy to pick on" on his back.] I also need gloves, a hat, scarf and jacket for my friend. [Which feels almost like too much to ask again, that they can just assume they can get free stuff, and Bucky doesn't, really. But he has to ask, because not having warm clothes is going to be a problem, and not just for them.] Most of the other kids need 'em, too. None of these clothes fit us, and it's cold on deck. [Note that he doesn't ask for himself, because if there's a shortage or there's some problem with getting winter clothes, he can do without. He's not even really thinking he needs them, because he's got this weird looking sweater and a heavy looking blue jacket that won't fit, but it'll do. He can make it work. There's a pause, his mouth pinched into a thin, uncomfortable line. He's not especially worried about what's going on, but he doesn't want things to get worse if he can take steps to prevent it.] Thanks. [Spam for the Flood] [It goes without saying that most of Bucky's time during the flood is spent following Steve around, trying to make sure he doesn't get into trouble, or being ready to bail him out of any trouble he does find, and just enjoying hanging out with your best friend, because that's first and foremost why he's glad his buddy's here. They're the only family either one of them's got anymore, and if they're gonna be stuck somewhere way far out of Brooklyn, hell yeah, he wants to be together. But he does stuff on his own, too. Snow's not as novel an adventure for him as it is for some of the other people here - they see plenty of it in New York - but he still hangs out on deck, helping younger kids build snowmen and enthusiastically participating in any snowball fights that happen, although he'll also punch the hell out of anyone who tries turning it from a game to something meaner. His appetite isn't quite as aggressive or vaguely alarming as his older self's is, but he still helps himself to large stacks of pancakes in the dining hall, which he enthusiastically covers in syrup and whatever other topping are available. He hoards oranges, too, and sneaks some out with him to give to Steve, or other kids who look like they're hungry or homesick. At twelve, Bucky's attention is primarily focused on keeping Steve alive and as healthy as possible, but he's still a protector by nature and he knows what it's like to miss your parents and be a little scared of what the future has in store for you, so he does his best to help anyone who looks like they're having a hard time, dragging out board games he's never heard of in the common rooms and giving the younger kids piggy back rides. (He misses his sister, so it's kinda nice to play with some of the younger kids.) Nearing the end of the flood, he starts looking more serious and less like he's enjoying his vacation away from the orphanage, because Steve's sick again, and that always puts him on edge. He hovers around the infirmary when Steve gets checked out by the doctors and begs some soup off people in the dining hall (it's still hard to believe they can just get soup for free, and fruit and candy) before doing the same thing with art supplies from the art room. And probably unsuccessfully tries to convince Steve to stay inside where it's warm and take it easy, which means he's back to trailing him around hoping his idiot best friend doesn't just fall over dead.]

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[voluntaryapnea]

[It takes him a moment to figure out who this kid is, but when he starts asking about doctors and then about clothes for his friend, it clicks. It's Bucky. He knows it is. Which means that Steve is also apparently a kid again. This just. Keeps getting better. Really. There are so many children. Holy crap.]

Hey. I'm not actually sure who the doctors are around here anymore, but I'm sure one of them will answer soon. I'll ask the Admiral about getting some warmer clothes for all the kids, though.

And -- uh, I have something your friend could probably use. [He reaches into a desk drawer and retrieves an asthma inhaler.]

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[andidomeanrun]

Thanks. [He means it. It takes a little bit of a load off him, even if he's not totally sure he'll believe it until he sees it, but he gave Steve the brightly colored sweater he'd found in his room and Bucky's okay with this ratty old green one he found, even though it's way too big for him.

(It reminds him of his dad's army stuff, sort of. It's the same muddy green color.)

The next thing Stiles offers gets a confused, but interested look.]

What is it?

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[voluntaryapnea]

No problem. [And he means it too, even if asking the Admiral for stuff kind of annoys him in general, because the Admiral's own sarcasm tends to give him a run for his money and he doesn't like having competition for being King of Sarcasm. He barely gets the request in with the Admiral and suddenly his entire cabin is flooded with coats, gloves, hats and scarves in bright colors and all different sizes. He sighs.]

Request granted, by the way. [He reaches down and holds up a bright red coat. Then he switches the feed to private.]

Your friend is Steve Rogers, right? He's asthmatic, like my best friend Scott. This -- [He wiggles the inhaler a little.] is medicine that helps with that. Literally saved Scott's life a few times.

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[andidomeanrun]

Thanks. [And he smiles, maybe a little reassured.

What Stiles says next is even better, because that's absolutely what he wants to talk about with the doctors on board. There's just one slightly problem, and it shows in Bucky's expression as he continues, brow furrowing slightly.]

We can't pay anything, but I can do chores for you or somethin', if you want.

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[chaotica]

Is this regarding young Mr. Rogers?

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[andidomeanrun]

Yes. Why? [His attention is suddenly sharp and focused. There's obvious worry in his expression.] What happened?

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[chaotica]

Nothing.

So far.

Just a leap of logic.

I am, it seems, the only adult doctor on the ship at the moment.

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[andidomeanrun]

He's okay?

[This is very important, and he can focus on the rest of what he's saying later.]

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[justlikemom]

I might have some clothes that could work.

[ A Chicago based house still stocked with his family's stuff? They had an abundance of winter gear. ]

What size is your friend?

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[andidomeanrun]

Small. He's small for his age. I can try takin' some of them in, if we've gotta.

[His mouth twists a little uncomfortably, but his expression's still serious.] I can't pay, but I can do chores or something.

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[justlikemom]

[ He shook his head. That was something he understood all too well--not being able to pay. ]

How about you just make sure any kids who need it get to my cabin, and we'll call it even.

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[andidomeanrun]

You're sure?

[That sounds too good to be true.]

[firefledged]

I've been learning to knit, and sew. [The Professor says it can be calming, grounding.] I can't really make clothes yet, but I can do scarves, and probably hats.

And - there's an infirmary on level two. [She saw it on her first tour, and somehow it felt - familiar. Safe.]

[andidomeanrun]

Thanks. Did you talk to any of the doctors?

[firefledged]

No, not yet. I probably should, though. [But she sounds uncertain. Can she even explain? If they believe her, is there anything they can do? This place is fantastical, but...]

[andidomeanrun]

Are you okay?

[brbculling]

I'm a healer. Anything I can do?

[andidomeanrun]

Not yet, but maybe. What do you mean, you're a healer?

[brbculling]

A paladin.

[Maybe this kid was raised by dwarves or something.]

I can ask the Light to intercede on behalf of injuries.

[bornonthefourth]

Yeah, well I need gloves, a hat, scarf and jacket for my friend.

[Not that Steve won't accept them - eventually - but he hates it when Bucky has to give him all his warm things because Steve's sick or likely to get sick, because that means Bucky's cold and that's not fair.]

[andidomeanrun]

I'm fine. I've got a sweater.

[Meaning, of course, older Bucky's army issue sweater, which has seen better days but is more or less warm enough, even if this Bucky needs to roll the sleeves up several inches to be able to use his hands.

The newer looking, red, white and blue Christmas sweater he's already given to Steve as an extra layer, just in case.]

[bornonthefourth]

Yeah, and it's too big. You're gonna trip over the sleeves.

[And Steve took the newer-looking one. After much protesting.

It is pretty warm, though.]

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[youwillgotohell]

[She's not sure where Dr. Cox has vanished to, but his disappearance and Cambridge's efforts at keeping most of the children corralled and safe and Dillon's reintroduction to childhood has seen to it that Morgana's been spending a lot of time in the infirmary lately.

When Steve came in, she realized to some frustration that she'd have to resort to bedrest rather than magic: she could reattach limbs, but apparently a cold was out of her reach.

She's fairly certain he's sleeping when she sees Bucky hovering near his bed, and she heads toward him with the intention of chasing him off before she recognizes him. Honestly, she probably should have at the beginning.]

Are you bothering my patient?

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[andidomeanrun]

[Steve is definitely asleep, and Bucky is definitely hovering, because he doesn't like letting him go too far when he's feeling lousy. It's stupid, probably, because Bucky's not a doctor and Steve's not dying, but they don't have anyone else. Steve's his best friend, and sometimes sick can turn into really sick and then call a priest real fast, and so Bucky sticks around to keep watch.

So he looks up, half guilty and half defiant, like "I dare you to kick me out", and he's halfway to saying no and explaining, but - oh.

You're really pretty.

Bucky's eyes go a little wide, taking in the fact that he's staring at someone who looks like an honest to God fairytale princess, and it takes him a moment to find the words he was going to say.]

No, ma'am. [He still looks surprised, but clears his throat, trying to look less like he's staring.] Are you a doctor?

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[youwillgotohell]

Close enough.

[She smiles wryly, knowing it's not a good enough answer, but it's all they'll have for a while. She smooths down Steve's blankets, watching his face for any discomfort.]

Why? [She looks back at Bucky with a twinkle in her eye.] Do you need one?