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
27 June 2014 @ 06:34 pm
[Spam for Steve]

[Bucky is exhausted. He hadn't slept much in port, he's filthy and sore even if he's not actually hurt beyond a few scrapes and bruises, and so after clicking on his comm long enough to make sure Helena and Morgana made it back, too, it's almost hard to force himself up and out of his room.

Almost, but at the same time, it isn't at all, because he's spent the last ninety six hours or so worrying about Steve and trying not to, and the last seventy two or so hours actively looking for him without anything close to success, and he just feels like he's been run over by a tank. Nearing the end, he'd heard Zola's voice so clearly, it's like he'd been standing right there, and he still feels tense and on edge and miserable. He's never found it easy to just sit around when grappling with this, and God knows he really wishes he never had to think about this again.

So he doesn't even bother to change out of his Commandos uniform or ditch his weapons before he's out in the hallway looking for Steve, heading for his friend's room. He's slower on the stairs than he should be, but his eyes are alert and he doesn't look as bad off as he could be, so it's probably best to focus on that.]


[Private to Helena and Morgana]

You alright?

["Are you back on the ship?" is what he really means, and he sounds just as worn out and hollow as he had in the last couple hours before they'd come back, but at least some of the wariness is gone. The threat of being attacked is marginally slimmer here.]

[Friends Filter*]

[This comes later - maybe a day or so after port ended - because he'd needed to sleep and eat something that wasn't D-rations or Power Bars, so he sounds a little less flat and worn out.]

How'd everyone make out?

[Private to Scott]

[Scott deserves a second message though]

Kid, you'd better be packing an inhaler next time we head out for something like that. [Read: you scared the hell out of me.]

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