Bucky Barnes (
imfollowinghim) wrote2014-06-11 10:13 pm
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![]() | Alright, so, [Bucky's still in his room, which looks the same as normal Bucky's room, but Bucky himself looks about a decade younger, and for the first time literally in his entire time on board isn't wearing some kind of military uniform. It's been swapped out for a buttoned down plaid shirt with a t-shirt underneath, jeans and sneakers, and he looks a little out of place in the pretty spartan, clearly military room he's hanging out in.] Either this flood's just switched all our rooms around - Stiles, this one might be yours? - or we traded memories or something, so I guess no one knows who we're dealing with anymore. Might be a good idea to start swapping stories so we know what we've got. I'll go first: I'm Bucky Barnes, I'm seventeen, and I'm from Beacon Hills, California. I'm here as a warden, and my best friend Steve Rogers and I were trying to get a lacrosse league going here, which I'm pretty sure we're still up for doing if anyone's interested. It's not like the CES went anywhere, right? Although I guess I'm gonna need to borrow a stick until my room gets back to normal. Or I guess if you're crashing in it, lemme know. There should be a lot of comics and stuff on the floor. [Don't judge, he was looking for something and didn't get around to tidying up before the flood hit.] So, who do you think you're supposed to be? |
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It's the only way I'm gonna make it through this, I'm pretty sure.
[So, you know. Thanks.]
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[Him too though, so at least we're even.]
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I don't think I'd tell anyone, if you weren't here to back me up.
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But that itself is kind of the issue here, because Bucky doesn't know how he can have his back if someone decides they do have a problem with the teenage werewolf. He's just a normal guy. He can't keep up, and he can't always fight back, and that's hard.
It still hasn't changed how this is going to go, though.]
Look, I meant what I said. You're my brother, Steve. I'm with you to the end of the line.
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The end of the line's a long way off. I'm betting I'm gonna have to put up with you... pretty much forever, then.
[He looks grateful, for that. And hopeful.] 'Cause that's how long you're stuck with me. [And you should not try to get rid of a persistent werewolf. It clearly won't end well.] Got it?
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Read you loud and clear, pal.
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Besides, no one else would have put up with me this long. [Grin.] And I know no one else'd have put up with you. [Teeeeasing.]
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[Except, wait.] Although there is Captain America. Now I know him. [Kind of?]
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[Sorry not sorry. c8]
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[Teasingly implying the list is very long, here.]