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[During his first flood on the Barge, Bucky had swapped powers (or lack thereof, in his case) with Ben, and had experienced what it had been like to be a fully powered Transgenic for a few days.

Being a wolf - or a dog, he couldn't really tell which he actually was and wasn't sure it actually mattered when it really came down to it - wasn't all that different in some ways. His hearing and sense of smell was better, stronger, and it was strange to adjust to, even if at the same time, he could see where it could be really useful, to always have them around. He couldn't do the vaguely disorienting telescope vision thing Ben could, but considering he was now adjusting to also walking on four legs and not having hands anymore, he wasn't all that bummed to be missing out on another thing that would just make things strange and different.

At the moment, he was looking for Ben (operating the network with paws had turned out to be too frustrating to deal with, really), wandering the halls, sniffing around trying to pick up on the trail of his inmate, and generally keeping more or less out of the way while searching for the transgenic. There was definitely a strong urge to get someone to let him into the CES so he could go running and hunt something, and to have companions accompany him in doing it, and considering Ben definitely got that whole pack instinct thing, he seemed like a decent candidate for running off and doing stuff with, assuming he wasn't stuck as a squirrel or something right now.

... Actually, that might be pretty bad. There was a definite desire to chase after small animals he was doing his best to ignore. Worse came to worst, he could always probably bother Steve or some of the other dogs to do something.]

[ooc: Bucky can communicate with anyone for the sake of clarity and sanity. Also he's technically a wolfdog, so feel free to mistake him as either a large husky/malamute/something or a proper wolf.]

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[Natasha had been a loner sort her whole life. She had never had the opportunity to find out if she was a joiner, and that was fine with her; she liked being alone, having minimal contact, all that. So it was pretty easy to stay out of sight and earshot when she'd woken up as a freaking leopard. She wasn't even sure what she was. For a solid ten minutes, she'd thought she was a cheetah, until she tried running down a hall. This had to be karma for the big cat she'd saved Mal from, during that flood.

Thanks, Admiral.

Eventually, though, she leaves Clint's room and starts wandering, sniffing and watching and hunting - no, not hunting, she wasn't a fucking animal even if...technically she was. She'd stalked a few of the smaller creatures before realizing what she was doing. She had to stop that.

So she found someone bigger to stalk, someone she didn't look at and think, food.

It wasn't hard to figure out who the wolfdog was, though...she kind of wished it was. It was a little unsettling to realize that she knew that scent, after all. It isn't usually the first sense she uses. So she followed him, keeping low, keeping just out of sight.]

[Natasha's not the only one wandering around stalking people. --Though being as Steve is decidedly of the more dog-like variety than the wolf one, this is often cut short by wagging at people and saying hello.

But in any case, he, too, is on the lookout for people he knows, trying to get used to four legs and all the scents and sounds washing over him. Sure, being a super-soldier had improved his hearing considerably, but it was nothing like this. There is a scent he recognizes, however -- living with a guy for most of your life has its good points, doesn't it? So Steve gives a happy wag of his tail and rushes off, hot on Bucky's trail.]

[Bucky continued looking for Ben, picking up trails of various other animals and people, some old and some recent, and nothing that seemed to fit his inmate which either meant Ben was gone (which seemed really unlikely) or he was hiding (which didn't seem unlikely at all, given the nature of this flood).

He did, however, start realizing something big was following him. He'd been followed enough on missions and whatever to know that sense tat someone was watching him and hiding whenever he got too close to realizing who or what it was.

Which was. Weird.

He turned his head, curious, wondering who was following him, which wasn't exactly helped by the fact that he couldn't just know who it was on sight. A lizard could be anyone.

He was pretty sure it was some kind of big cat, and whoever it was, he decided to try messing with them a little bit. He turned a corner sharply and quickly darted behind a couch in one of the common rooms, waiting to see if whoever it was would follow or not.]

[Of course she followed. Natasha peered around the corner, much more human than animal, and crouched low when she saw the apparently empty common room. Creeping forward, almost on her belly, she sniffed the air, hovering just outside the common room door.]

[All in all, Ben isn't having as much trouble with this one as he has others in the past; most people wouldn't find being a completely different species anything like familiar, of course, but then he'd already been human a couple three or four times and the feline senses are something he possesses normally anyway. In some ways he's closer on a genetic level to the wildcat he's turned into than the humans he's been - and the personality definitely fits.

Besides, this is an easy one: Ben had been poking around in the library when the flood hit, and it had been simple to hide amongst the stacks and then slip from hiding place to hiding place until he found a nice quiet corner of one of the common rooms to wedge himself under a chair. That's where he's crouched, feet tucked under him and absolutely still as he watches the other Barge denizens pass by in various states of distress, excitement, and transmogrification; and that's where he's perfectly content to stay as long as no one bothers him.

When he sees the huge dog, he knows two things at once: the feline in him wants to leave, and the vaguely familiar scent under all of it is Bucky's. His ears turn back and he lowers his head to better clear his line of sight, but Ben makes no move or sound otherwise.]

[Finally, Bucky had caught track of a familiar scent, followed it into the common room and... oh. There you are, Ben.

He's not an idiot and knows an unhappy cat when he sees one, but he still pads his way over and lies down on the floor in front of the chair so they can be at eye level. Bucky's still a couple inches away so he's not really invading Ben's territory slash hiding space.]

Hey. It's me. You doing okay? [His voice is quite, about as gentle as he can manage, because he really doesn't want to freak him out, but you also can't spend the whole flood under here kid. :|]

[Bucky carefully crept back closer to the door, trying to peer under the couch blocking him a bit and ha, knew it.

He sniffs the air, thinking that kind of maybe smells familiar, but honestly? It would be a little creepy if he was intimately aware of non-breach Natasha's smell. Still, he was reasonably sure he knew who it was, and, well, can't blame a guy for going out on a limb, here.]

Natasha, I know that's you.

[Bucky hears Steve coming before he sees him and immediately turns around to greet him, tail wagging enthusiastically. It's probably not shocking they're both dogs, and really, if he was into that sort of introspective stuff, maybe he'd try and start applying it to everyone else who'd been affected by the flood and see what their animal said about them. But right now he was wayyy more focused on the fact that Steve was Pack and he was super excited to see him.

So basically you're being enthusiastically tackled because this is what best friends do when you're both dogs. Rough housing was also something you could get away with easier when one of you wasn't going to suddenly forget how to breathe, too.]

[The truth of the matter is that Ben is probably a lot less dangerous like this than he is normally; he draws his head back and somehow folds himself smaller, collecting everything about him into a more compact space as Bucky lays down to look at him. There's barely enough space under here for Ben to have his head raised, even as small as he is, and his ears turn back somewhat.

There's a long, tense moment in which Ben just glares at him, goldgreen eyes narrowed and perturbed; then his ears relax just a fraction and and stretches his neck out a bit, whiskers tilting forward.]

I know. [He still doesn't sound happy about it, but it's not the nervous tension that characterizes him normally.] Canine. I'm not surprised.

[Bucky just chuckles a little, trying not to show off too many teeth in the process. It's strange, adjusting to this completely new body and the new but occasionally familiar instincts. Ben's not exactly Pack in the same way Steve or maybe even Peggy is, but he's pretty damn close, for a kid he just met a couple months ago.

Which really shouldn't be shocking. He'd been close to the guys in his unit, too, back when he'd been with the 107th, after only a couple weeks. Shit like combat and apparently this made you get close to people fast.]

Is that a good thing or bad thing?

[Steve might give it a little more thought, once he's calmed down about all the wonderful things a dog nose (and ears) can do. But there is Bucky, and he is also Pack, and he would be getting a happy bark if Steve weren't being tackled.

He does, however, attempt to roll with the tackle, so he's sort of flopped across Bucky and panting happily.] Hope I'm not interrupting.

[Bucky just laughs, which probably looks kind of scary because A. dogs don't laugh and B. that's a lot of sharp teeth to be showing off, but he's honestly amused and having a good time so why not.] What would you be interrupting? I'm a dog.

[He considers the statement as he extricates himself from the pile, shaking himself off a little.]

Or a wolf. I'm not actually sure. How 'bout you? I'm almost surprised you're not a bald eagle. [It's a joke, because a friendly dog is pretty much 100% accurate for you, bro.]

Neither - it's just a thing.

[Ben is breathing in through short, deep bursts, sorting out the ways Bucky's scent is the same and the ways it's different; he misses this, misses having full command of abilities he knows are rightfully his but can't back up. There's a kind of safety in the comparative strength and speed of this body - not much against something the size of a human, but impressive for how big the creature is.

The feline in him is wary of the huge canine sitting before it, but not afraid. In addition, Ben himself is no longer particularly afraid of Bucky - not when he has firm hold of himself, anyway. And he does.

He flicks an ear, leaves it sitting juxtaposed with its twin.]

What's the situation out there?

Well, I dunno, you mighta been doing something. [But there's a quiet huff of laughter in return, though really it just looks like he's panting a little more than he was before.]

[He tilts his head a bit as Bucky talks, listening intently, and moves up to sit with a curious look.] A dog of some kind, obviously. Not having hands isn't much fun, but I'll stick by Peggy, I guess. Anyone else we know get turned into anything?

[Chromie is a small fluffy animal that can't move very fast and just wants to get back to her room away from the bright lights.

Unfortunately she is lost, and skirting the runner board in a completely unrelated hallway.]

[Well fuck.

She froze, still mostly on her belly, and stared at the couch for a second. She could bolt. It would probably be best. Instead, she straightened, her tail flicking behind her.]

And here I thought cats were silent.

[If Bucky was a wolf, it was best not to question what in the world Red was; five feet tall, ten feet long, she easily doubled any natural wolf that walked the earth.

Still, there were similarities; in looks, senses - and of course smell. When she caught the scent of Bucky, she couldn't resist the urge to lope forward, a faint growl peeling back her lips as she sought out this new person.]

You were pretty good, but wolves tend to notice when someone's sneaking up behind them. [He walks out from behind the couch and stops a few feet away from her, staring at the leopard.]

Why are you following me?

Natasha's a leopard, or a jaguar or something, haven't run into anyone else yet. [Although he could definitely smell a lot of other animals around, which was. Weird.]

She was following me around again.

[Bucky would shrug, but that seems like an awkward gesture when you're a dog/wolf/whatever sitting on the floor in front of a cat, so he doesn't.]

Not bad. No one's taken a chunk outta anyone yet, last I heard. Figure it could be worse.

[Bucky is approaching her carefully and maybe taking a sniff or two. He's a dog, it's a thing, sorry Chromie. :c He's not planning on eating you though!]

Are you some kinda monkey?

[Ben's attention flicks past Bucky to the hallway a moment, dubious, then back.]

With the way some of them have been acting it's only a matter of time. There are... some very strange creatures present.

Like what? [He hasn't seem anything too out of the ordinary yet, just a lot of birds and dogs and the occasional stalker leopard.]

There's a bird with an exceptionally large mouth and head - bigger almost than its body. And a bird that seems to have perfectly serviceable wings but cannot fly. There was a rat... creature... earlier; it stank, and it was swearing. And something that looked like a very small bear and smelled like something dead.

[Way to go, Bucky, ask the sheltered soldier kid what kind of weird creatures are running around. He has no clue what these things are.]

And a snake.

[Please, like he has any idea about some of the species of animal running around here. He's still not sure if Natasha was a leopard or a jaguar.]

Any idea who any of 'em are? Steve's a dog, looks like a retriever or something. Natasha's a big cat.

[Her tail flicks again, and she lifts her shoulders in what's almost a shrug.]

Who says I'm following you?

[Chromie makes a terrified, high noise.]

I don't know.

Yes. Most of them maintain their usual smells in addition to any new ones, though some are more difficult to pick out than others.

[He considers the new information - he hasn't seen Steve or Natasha himself - and decides that those, as well, make sense. Ben inches a little bit further forward without actually getting up from his crouched position.] You can't?

[Steve sniffs the air a little and wrinkles his nose, looking -- well, as thoughtful as a dog can look.]

Maybe she just likes you. I think Stark's a bird of some kind, I couldn't see him, but I heard him clear enough.

The fact that you keep turning up. [Which he didn't mind, really. He liked Natasha, a lot, but it was annoying, knowing something was up and having her act like he was just being stupid.]

You're not planning on eating me, are you?

[Bucky snorts.] Great, even when we can't see him, he's annoying.

[He's not really bitching though. Tony's an ass, but he's not the worst person he's ever known, and he's Steve's friend, so he's more than willing to tolerate him when he's not making jokes about Hitler.]

[Bucky considers the question for a few seconds, not really sure how to explain it.]

I can, but... [He crinkles his nose a little, or as best he can, really, while he's like this.] It's different from what I'm used to. I don't usually identify people based on how they smell, you know? I could probably tell someone I'm familiar with - like you or Steve or [lol :c] Natasha, I guess - but I couldn't tell you what Rhade smells like.

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[Bucky moves back quickly, not wanting to scare her more than he has already.]

Sorry. You need help getting somewhere?

[Bucky stopped and froze at the end of the hallway, staring and waiting to see what the hell this thing was that was coming towards him. He didn't recognize the smell beyond that it was another wolf or a dog or something, and he couldn't help but be a little on edge. Not being able to tell who was coming down the hall after you was kind of concerning.]

Sort of a running thing with him.

[Neither is he. Tony's a friend, sort of -- not as good as Bucky is, of course, they've only just met. But he is tolerable, when he wants to be, and a hero, even if he doesn't seem to believe it most of the time.]

[She growls faintly, stepping a little closer - not saying anything; not... not coming too close. She can't stop another growl from emerging, though.]

Maybe we're prone to coincidence. [She cocks her head while she looks at him, like she's thinking about it.]

No. Too much trouble. You look like you're all fur. [Deadpan teasing is her specialty. :c]

Yes.

[It's a blanket agreement, one Ben hadn't really thought about; when he'd been human - and aware that he wasn't meant to be - it had basically felt like having a persistent headcold at all times. Now he sweeps his whiskers forward, enjoys the fact that he's somewhat closer to his usual level of perception, and flicks his tail.]

What will you do now?

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