Bucky Barnes
07 December 2014 @ 01:28 pm

[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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Bucky Barnes
09 July 2014 @ 05:09 pm

[Spam for Steve]

[Becky's dead, and this is the most comfortable she's been in years.

Admittedly, after sleeping in uncomfortable military issue beds and in dirt holes and even a cell in a HYDRA facility, anything's comfortable. But this is comfortable and familiar in a way she'd worried she'd never have again, especially not here, and who's she to turn that down? Curling up on couch cushions and under blankets on the floor of Steve's apartment makes her feel like a kid again, and it's definitely hard to pick wandering back to her room over this.

Even if tonight - or this morning, whichever - Steve starts tossing and turning in his sleep, and between being a light sleeper and only being a couple inches away from him, there's really only so long she's going to be able to avoid noticing that. At first, she's barely even aware of what woke her up, or that she's awake at all, but then the blanket she'd been huddled under gets all but yanked away, and I mean come on, she was using that.]


Stop stealing the blanket, Stevie, [She grumbles, voice more than a little slurred as she grabs feebly for the blanket. She winds rolling over on her side to face him in the process, fails to do much more than flail at the confiscated bed covering and gives up. She's already almost back to sleep when Steve jerks more violently and lets out a distinctly unhappy noise, and a lifetime spent worrying over her friend dying in his sleep gets her up and alert almost immediately.

It's not the first time she's seen him having a nightmare - and he's woken her from a fair share of her own, too - but that doesn't stop her from worrying and hating that this is something he has to deal with now.

Becky sits up, hair mussed and spilling from the braid she usually keeps it back in these days, and carefully nudges at his shoulder. When that doesn't work, she shakes him a little, trying to be gentle so he doesn't wake up thinking he's under attack or in danger.]

Hey, hey Steve, wake up. Wake up, you're okay. You're okay. [She smooths a hand over his forehead and runs her fingers through his hair. It's a gesture she's probably only half consciously aware of learning from watching his mother do it when they were small and Steve was sick, and it's a motion she's had to preform too many times over the years, for Steve and for other young guys who didn't deserve to have this kind of burden put on their shoulders.] You're okay.

[In her concern for Steve, she doesn't notice that she's wearing clothes that don't fit and a different set of dog tags, but considering the dark green wool sweater and fatigue pants are clearly meant for someone a couple inches taller and a couple pounds heavier, it'll probably be apparent soon enough.

And, you know, Steve will recognize them as what Bucky fell asleep in last night.]




[Public Video]

[The video feed clicks on to show yet another quasi unfamiliar face, who's apparently made herself at home in Steve's room and might have raided his closet because even if the clothes still don't fit her at all, the t-shirt, plaid button down and sweatpants she's requisitioned for herself are a hell of a lot more comfortable than the army issue stuff she'd woken up in.]

Alright, I couldn't really give less of a shit of who you guys think I should be right now, because even if this is a flood, I still know who I am and what I'm doing here, so the lectures on how stuff's gonna be different in a couple days can wait. For anyone who's behind, I'm Becky Barnes, and there're a couple other things I wanna cover first.

One, I really need some clothes. I don't care what they look like so long as they fit. [Well, okay, she cares a little, but she kind of doesn't want to just wander around on board in clothes she's practically swimming in.]

Two, if anyone gets into any dumbass fist fights because they don't know how to deal with their new hormones, head up to the infirmary or give me a call. I'm a nurse, and I've been patching guys up after fist fights since I was a kid.

And three, [This gets a very familiar smirk out of her, because, well. She is technically Bucky.] Once I get some decent clothes, I'm heading up to the CES for some target practice. James, you in? Or are you still sore after the last time I kicked your ass?

Helena, you wanna check in?

 
 
Bucky Barnes
11 June 2014 @ 10:13 pm

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?

 
 
Bucky Barnes
28 May 2014 @ 09:53 pm
[So for the last twenty minutes or so, anyone living on or walking through the first floor will probably have been hearing a strange combination of noises: the whir of remote controlled toy airplanes, a noise that kind of sounds like a TIE Fighter scream, swearing and then the sound of something plastic and metal getting smashed. Hard. Maybe a couple times, just to make sure it's dead.

When Bucky clicks on the video feed, he looks at least mildly pissed. At worst, definitely pissed. His hair's a little rumpled, and he's carrying an absurdly patriotic looking shield on his left arm and doesn't even give a shit anymore that he's got it on him.

Yes, he's figured out the theme of the flood. Yes, he knows this was stupid, but sometimes you kind of just can't stop yourself before the thought happens, and so now he's being attacked by toy airplanes and tanks.]


Has anyone figured out how to make this shit stop once it gets started? [Any further bitching is being cut off by the appearance of another model Stuka that has apparently decided to start dive bombing his head.]

Aw, mother- [The video feed goes sideways and then veers up to the ceiling for a moment giving you another glimpse of the toy plane before Bucky just switches the comm off so he can focus on knocking it out of the air with the shield.]
 
 
Bucky Barnes
11 October 2012 @ 08:59 pm
[Spam for the Hallways]

[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.]
 
 
Bucky Barnes
[Yesterday morning, Bucky woke up feeling... great, really. Better than great. Until he started realizing something was definitely very extremely wrong, which started to sink in when grabbing stuff snapped it in half or pulled stuff off the wall, and see and smell things way sharper than he'd been able to before, and there was a very horrifying couple minutes where he was pretty sure he was losing his mind.

So, after calming down enough to pick up his communicator - incredibly gingerly, worried he was going to destroy that, too - he scrolls through the few posts that have already gone up, and then flips on the video feed, looking vaguely annoyed. Someone who knows him well might notice he's actually pretty damn unsettled, but he's doing a good job of putting up a front for the Barge at large.]


Is anyone missing some superpowers they've usually got? Because I think I know what happened to 'em.

[ooc: Bucky's swapped species with Ben, which means he's got all the powers and abilities of an X5. If anyone wants to run into him wandering around the ship, tag in with a time and place and he can totally be there!]