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thearena2014-08-23 09:05 pm
tookthewheel) wrote in thearena2014-08-23 09:05 pm
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It's raining tesseracts [closed]
Who| Steve Rogers and MCU!Bucky Barnes
What| Two super-soldiers look at Marvel merchandise and then throw replicas of an infinity gem off a balcony
Where| The Marvel store on level three
When| End of the first week of the arena
Warnings/Notes| probably feels because these two
Naturally the first thing that draws Bucky's eye in the store is the plastic toy replica of Steve's shield. It's half the size of the real thing and lacking all it's strength and strategic value but he nonetheless picks it up, flipping it over in his hands in quiet contemplation.
The last he had seen of the real thing was the shield falling into the Potomac river when Steve had cast it aside. Because of Bucky, because he believed in him enough to risk his own life... and with a sudden pang of guilt he hopes it was found, he'd never thought to ask before. The thought of the shield sat in the bottom of the river was suddenly unbearable.
Bucky hold of the replica tightens as he lets his gaze drift around the section of the store that seems to be dedicated to Steve, sharply reminded of the Smithsonian museum's Captain America exhibit -- except with far less people milling about (much to his preference) and so recently after discovering the biographies in the bookstore it's dizzying to see more of their pasts put on show for everyone to see by the Capitol.
He should be concerned and he will be, later, but right now there's still so much for him to take in.
What| Two super-soldiers look at Marvel merchandise and then throw replicas of an infinity gem off a balcony
Where| The Marvel store on level three
When| End of the first week of the arena
Warnings/Notes| probably feels because these two
Naturally the first thing that draws Bucky's eye in the store is the plastic toy replica of Steve's shield. It's half the size of the real thing and lacking all it's strength and strategic value but he nonetheless picks it up, flipping it over in his hands in quiet contemplation.
The last he had seen of the real thing was the shield falling into the Potomac river when Steve had cast it aside. Because of Bucky, because he believed in him enough to risk his own life... and with a sudden pang of guilt he hopes it was found, he'd never thought to ask before. The thought of the shield sat in the bottom of the river was suddenly unbearable.
Bucky hold of the replica tightens as he lets his gaze drift around the section of the store that seems to be dedicated to Steve, sharply reminded of the Smithsonian museum's Captain America exhibit -- except with far less people milling about (much to his preference) and so recently after discovering the biographies in the bookstore it's dizzying to see more of their pasts put on show for everyone to see by the Capitol.
He should be concerned and he will be, later, but right now there's still so much for him to take in.
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Still, might as well explore it before moving on. Get what he can while it's still plentiful.
He's a little surprised to see Bucky loitering in his section of the store. The man has been coming and going as he pleases, something Steve is perfectly content to let him do. Sure, it makes him a little concerned - as it does with all his teammates - but Bucky is his own person and very capable, so he let's it be.
For a long moment, he watches him, curious what the other man is doing, but eventually moves closer. "Not as useful as the real deal," he nods to the small replica in Bucky's hands. His tone is wry, amused by his own dumb jokes, "A bit small for me too."
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Bucky turns away from the corner to face Steve. He's starting to look better now thanks to Bruce patching up his face, though the marks of not sleeping are always present. Still, the bruises from their time in the cells and the brand are healing.
His eyes flick inquisitively over Steve to assess his friends condition, in case anything worsened in his absence, then back up to his face. There's a tilt to Bucky's head at the joke, a motion like the old Bucky would have done except without the accompanying smile and snort his friend would have made.
"You were smaller once." he replies, flipping the shield in his hands idly as he says so.
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Steve's condition isn't better than Bucky's. While many of his bruises and cuts are healing, the brand is another matter all together. The skin around it is red with pain and dark with bruising, the scabbing fresh around his mouth where it breaks every time he speaks. The brand's shape is hardly recognizable from all the abuse and excessive damage it's taken over the last couple weeks. Just talking the little he has is already breaking open the scabbing again, but Steve seems mostly unbothered by it. At this point he's just too used to the throbbing pain of that entire side of his face, it was easy tucking away the reaction now.
So long as he kept his facial reactions to a minimum.
But Bucky's head tilt and reply get a crooked smile from Steve, clearly pleased by this. "Yeah, once a upon a time, I was. Probably would have been a perfect size for me back then."
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There's a thrumming in his head, thinking that without that shield Steve would have been dead long ago. In France, in Germany, in -- he feels off-balance today, worse than usual. It's this place, it's that book with its photos (with one he saved from destruction burning a hole in his pocket) and its lies-not lies that now lay in unreadable shreds on the bookstore floor. "It protects you."
Except that's not quite right, a shield is just a piece of metal without the right hand to wield it.
Seeing Steve smile sets that thrumming even higher, in a way that's not unpleasant, the same as yesterday when Did you just make a joke, kid? happened without . "Everything was too big for you."
He gently sets the toy back on the display case.
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He gives Bucky a smile when he mentions that it protects him and he's not wrong, it does, he'd be a sight more damaged or dead without it. It's always been more for protection than a weapons - sure, he can use it for both, but more often than not, he uses it to protect himself, to protect others, to protect an ideal. Defensive tactics always suited him better than offensive, even if the latter comes just as easily to him.
Steve chuffs a short breathy laugh, "Excuse you, I fit perfectly in those tiny beds, you're the one with your feet hanging off every night."
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"Was I?" he asks when Steve says that. He can picture it, suddenly -- and is that a memory or imagination (the Soldier had never been very imaginative) In the museum they had images of Steve as he had been to scale, Bucky had stood in front of one and tried to reconcile the short and skinny young man to the powerhouse super-soldier he had fought, niggled at by a feeling of familiarity even stronger than looking Steve as he was now.
It made sense when he thought about it, James Barnes had know the pre-serum version of Steve Rogers much longer than he had Captain America.
Bucky steps closer after voicing the question, "I saw pictures."
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He shakes the thoughts from his head a little, stopping the smile from completely slipping off his face.
His brow furrows though, wondering exactly what Bucky means by pictures. Was it the twisted picture book of Steve's life? Was it another book? He's not entirely sure he wants to try and explain that he didn't drop Bucky from the train, but he's curious to know what the man is referring to.
"In a book?" his voice is a little cautious, but more curious.
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It hasn't come up yet between them but then there had been no real reason to say it as far as Bucky can remember since they'd met again. This is how Bucky had learned about the man he used to be in any capacity and also the man who had proclaimed himself his friend. It had been the first concrete step he'd taken towards any attempt of reclaiming his own identity in the wake of HYDRA's fall.
"I went there, before I was brought here.They had a lot of images and information on you and the way you were." his eyes slide to the side for a moment, then back to Steve. "Me too."
He could still recite that passage of information if he wanted to.
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"Did you find any answers you went there for?"He wonders why Bucky went there, what questions drove him there. Were they about Steve or himself or both? Did his feet take him there before he thought about it? But he figures the questions he asks is most important.
He thinks about asking something more, but his attention is drawn away when he sees something light up out of the corner of his eye. It only takes a glance to recognize the replicated object. His expression falls into a quiet and cold exasperation, because of course there would be a replica of the Tesseract. "Well, there's a sight I'd hoped to miss."
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Proof he was who Steve said he was, proof he was a man before he was a weapon, that he had a name before Asset and Winter Soldier. All things that turned out be true. Bucky still remembers the feeling of standing there, the realisation dawning on him of every lie they'd sold to him during his years of servitude and the anger that had followed it. The resolve to pull the answers out of what was left of HYDRA and make them suffer for it.
That resolve was as far as he had gotten though because after that he had come to Panem and HYDRA had to be put aside.
"What?" he lifts his head to follow Steve's gaze, a little taken back by seeing such an expression on him. What he see's appears to be a cube constructed of blue glass, or plastic, with unknown significance. "What is it?"
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The fact Bucky went to find proof of who Steve claimed him to be, of his own freewill, tells him just how much of an impact he made on Bucky when they fought. That the man he thought he saw in there was still there, that he did reach him. Maybe not enough, but more than he initially thought he did.
He doesn't look away from the toy version of the Tesseract as he answers his friend, "The Tesseract, a replica at least, it's a weapon Hydra used in the war, then Loki in the battle of New York."
Steve finally walks towards it, grabbing the lit up one from the top of the pile, turning it over to look at it. The real one was quite beautiful, but it's been used to kill so many that Steve can't feel any appreciation for that. "Might not be evil, but it sure as hell been used as a weapon for it."
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He follows Steve when he walks forwards to the glowing blue cubes, stopping just behind his shoulder and looking at the replica in his hand. "What happened to the real one?"
An object as dangerous as Steve is describing should be kept safe. Bucky can't help but twitch at the mention that HYDRA had possessed it before back in the war and knowing that HYDRA had become SHIELD in the modern age, a force that Steve had unwittingly worked with, makes him question if they could have gotten their hands on it again.
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It takes a second, but he realizes how little Bucky might actually know about the cube. "It's alien, ancient, something better kept off Earth and away from lunatics," though technically it's closer to Loki, but he decided to put faith in the system that Asgard has when it comes to dangerous weapons and crazy adopted family.
The more he looks at the replica the more he remembers the damage that thing has brought and the more he wants to chuck it out of the store and away from him.
So he does just that.
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When Steve throws the plastic replica Bucky starts. He'd been tracking the rise of tension in his friend through the entire conversation but hadn't expected him to throw it. His eyes track the blue cube through the air, Steve's aim sends it right over the railing where it falls down to the ground floor. Bucky hears when it hits.
A sensible idea is to tell Steve not to do that because it's creating noise, it's giving away their position but Bucky doesn't do that. Instead he jerks his head in the direction of the display and says, "There's more."