[Closed] Is it me, or is it getting a little Blues Brothers in here?

[arrogantalloy]

WHO| Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanova, Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson, Tony Stark
WHAT| Tony found a house to hide raid and the other Avengers slowly gravitate towards him.
WHEN| First day of the Arena.
WHERE| Arena 10
WARNINGS| Nothing out the ordinary for the Avengers?

Tony's first instinct after seeing the houses during the countdown he knew that's where he was going to go, knowing they were going to be far more useful to him than the cornucopia at this point.

Once inside Tony makes a beeline to the garage to see what could be salvageable, also because it would be the sturdiest part of the rundown atomic age homage. He grabs for paint tins, nails and tools that are laying around some of which he can't help but notice how some of it looks like some of it was laying around looking like it was still being used just not this second. Putting everything down so he can take stock he stares at the car for a long moment he contemplates trying to get it to turn over but changes his mind knowing the arena isn't going to let him have it that easy, so instead he opens the hood and yanks out the battery and it's cables, including a pair of jumper cables then he heads to the front door, he coils an exposed wire to the front door connecting it to the battery via the jumpers.

From there Tony cautiously moved through the house, looking to see if there was a back door, finding it he jams a chair under the door. He isn't exactly sure that would hold anyone back, but for now it'll do until he can take stock of the house.

"How dad achieved anything back then." He shakes his head. "Now that's respectable."

As he goes back to poking through things he mentally catalogued everything he could use, which in the kitchen was more than he thought. Though he decided to leave the roast alone in the oven. Something for him to deal with later. He digs into the drawers for some spoons forks and string, then heads back to the garage and starts tying the cutlery to the garage door, so if anyone opened it, he would hopefully hear it if he was in another room.

With that done. Tony gets to making improvised flash bangs and smoke bombs.

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pick a prompt and enjoy

[assassinat]

There are always windows.

Not that she expects Tony to pay much attention to those when he has his hands full with tinkering. He's always been the creative sort and while his creativity is limited by what he has before him, Natasha takes up her own interpretations. This is why she climbs up to the roof of the house to scout for any other onlookers before climbing in through a window to check up on him.

"Nice touch with the door." What a greeting.

    [ PROMPT A: ROOF ]

When Natasha isn't teasing the boys inside, her time is spent outdoors on her stomach. The roof is a good spot to watch and with how thin she is, she finds it's easier to not notice her up there. From this vantage point, it was easy enough to pick up on any incoming visitors. If she recognizes them, she just might actually hop down to greet them.

... Just kidding, she's coming down to greet them either way. She'll just be a little less friendly with any strangers the boys picked up.

    [ PROMPT B: SCAVENGING NEARBY?? ]

While she hasn't run into too many immediate threats within this supposed Arena, there's still the possibility of coming across someone unfriendly. This is why she's insisted on looting through a house nearby instead of one of them, though she probably did it in a backhanded manner. After all, she doesn't want them to think she enjoys digging through trash in order to find something useful.

Except she returns quickly and empty-handed. "You're not going to believe this, but there's a deadly spider in the area."

[arrogantalloy]

Unexpectedly hearing a voice, Tony couldn't stop himself from jumping, raising a roll of tape against his head as a weapon, just because it happened to be in his hand. Realising who it was he lowers his hand and turns back to taping up another smoke can trigger.

"Sometimes I can't help but chanel weirdly popular 90's kids movies."

Once he's finished he looks back up at her.

"What, no milk?"

[assassinat]

"You should have called me on my way home, dear."

Swiftly moving to watch him from behind, she does make an attempt at watching him put together something out of nothing. Interesting, the way his mind processes things. Still amateur compared to the Tony she knew, but not bad. Not bad at all.

"Food won't be easy to come by. I wonder what happened to this place."

[arrogantalloy]

"I knew there was something I forgot to do after stealing all the spoons."

He smirks then starts fidgeting with the roll of tape to keep his hands busy.

"I think there's tins in the pantry. Also, I wouldn't go in the oven unless you're... In hazmat."

Tony offers her a disgusted face. There's nothing about him that's fussy when it comes to food, but when it looks like it came alive then died again at some point, he has to draw the line somewhere.

B!

[aboveangrybees]

(ooc: I'm going to say he's already been to the house and is returning from scavenging.)

The nearby house doesn't have a lot when he searches it, but he does turn up a couple cans of food, which is far more than they had before. The bowl and the trashcan lid he found in the backyard are also grabbed while he's at it. The bowl is sketchy, but it has no cracks and once cleaned, it'd be good to collect water. The trashcan lid? Well, that's just a little something to use in defense of himself next time he gets attacked.

The damage he sustained is negligible, but a dull pain still lingers. By now it should have healed, at least enough for the pain to be gone, the fact it hasn't concerns him. He's still not entirely sure what the difference in his body is, but he's still piecing it all out.

At least his jacket covers up the majority of it.

When Natasha hops down upon his return, he gives her a small smile with a raise eyebrow. Bucky had also greeted him much the same way. "That's the second time someone's met me like that."

[assassinat]

"Is it?" Her eyes light up in amusement only briefly before she straightens herself up to look him over.

There's a bit of a shamble in his step, but she doesn't comment on it outright. Instead, she closes the distance between them and reaches out to place a hand on his arm in what's naturally a friendly gesture.

"Nice shield. It'll do for here, Captain."

[aboveangrybees]

His mouth quirks up at the gesture. He's not entirely used to people initiating touch with him, people seem to expect him to do it or to treat him like a monument (strictly look don't touch), but he doesn't mind her hand on his arm at all. No, instead he gives a friendly nod in return.

"What can I say, I'm attached to having one," besides, he knows it probably looks stupid and could really care less. If it works for what he needs it for, that's all that matters. "Looks like peaches and green beans are on the menu."

[aboveangrybees]

Steve finds his way into the house again without much issue. When he first stumbled across this place, he hadn't stayed long, just a greeted them, assessed their food situation, and went out to look for some more. At least he found a couple cans to make the trip worth it.

And a trashcan lid, which he keeps with him.

It takes a little bit, but Steve eventually makes his way to see Tony, knocking gently on the door frame into the garage.

"Found food. Canned fruit, but it's better than whatever that is in the backyard."

[arrogantalloy]

"There's been an executive decision. We're calling it Justin." Tony answers as he stacks a few cans on top of each other. However when he says executive decision, he means he decided it at some point and Steve's actually the first person he's told. He then gestures to the cans.

"Okay so. I know I said flash bangs, but they're more... Well they're tinned fart bombs really. Not really a bright flash. But it'll really put people off, so close enough. And I'm aware I need a shower, are you planing to use that as a plate? Because we have them, they're cheap and chipped, but sanitary."

He stares pointedly at the bin lid without really taking much of a pause as he speaks, because really, a tall solid man like Steve looks all manner of silly with a bin lid.

[aboveangrybees]

Having read Tony's file, he's fully aware of who Justin is and it gets a bit of a smile out of him. He has a few people he'd have named the roast after himself.

"Well, guess I'll have to get used to your stink, showers are really a luxury we have here," the humor is wry, but there's a curl to his lips, indicating it's in good nature. Steve's been to war, it's highly unlikely Tony will ever smell that bad.

If he cared about how silly he looked, he would have taken the first chance to not wear his uniform again. He's really never given much care to how other people see him. Though, he does lift it enough to look at it, "What can I say, I'm nostalgic."

[arrogantalloy]

Tony's first reaction is to look affronted by his words.

"Just because you and Rhodie stars on your chest doesn't mean you can tag in while he's not here."

There's a rise to his eyebrow to show how much he's being serious.

"If you want nostalgic you can find your own paint. But that's not going to stand up to anything, Justin could take it out. Mostly because I'm pretty sure he's partly acidic."

[worldsaway]

It's been an interesting spin for Thor thus far, but not what he'd call a fruitful one. He'd stepped back from the skirmish of the cornucopia, but he'd been rewarded for his patience and his assistance with a weapon. It's no hammer, but it's certainly more comforting than wandering about empty handed. His mortal sensitivities are bothering him, he grows weary and thirsty much faster than he's used to. He needs a place to sit and be at ease for a while, he'd best find his friends first.

He was sure he'd seen Tony dart off into the distance he himself is headed in, but he can't pin point a house. He's sort of been tramping through gardens and peering in windows gracelessly for a good twenty minutes before he happens upon the right house. Not that he knows it, of course. The crunch of leaves and bushes under heavy feet gives him away quickly, but he has his wrench held tightly lest he encounter someone even less friendly than Stark.

[arrogantalloy]

Hearing the crunch of the leaves Tony turns towards the still closed garage door suspiciously, it's sharp enough of a turn for him to knock a small spanner onto the floor as he moves, causing it to clatter on the floor.

"Ho- Boy." Tony groans and he grips onto a smoke can and a small rubber mallet as he slowly backs towards the door to the house. He has had some solid time to work on defensive capabilities but hasn't gotten around to actual offensive creations just yet. Really he thought he would have had a little more time.

[worldsaway]

The clatter has Thor tensing already, taking on a defensive stance as he glances around. For all he knows, little ones could be occupying the house, but his grip on the wrench does not lessen when he approaches the garage door.

"I mean you no harm." He calls through the door, somehow managing to keep his voice hushed when he does. He begins to twist the handle and push open the door slowly, brow raising when Stark comes into view. "..Hello."

[arrogantalloy]

"Oh, it's just you."

Tony looks at Thor then casually drops the mallet then goes back to the work bench.

"I'm starting to feel like a cat lady. Picking up strays." He shakes his head as he finishes another smoke bomb, he moves it to one size with the handful of other tins he's repurposed before turning back to Thor.

"If you need." He gestures at Thor. "There's probably something in the kitchen." Tony's never been good about talking about people's actual well being, but for him, this sad attempt at it was progress.

[assassinat]

Now entering someone even less friendly than Stark.

Natasha's perched up on the roof in order to scout any people who pass nearby and to ensure one thing only: that they continue on their path. So far she hasn't had to send anyone off on their way, but there's still a whole day ahead of them.

A whole lot of days. There's no telling how long they'll be stuck in this place for.

"You need to work on being subtle."

[worldsaway]

Thor is trying very, very hard to be careful. He's more than used to someone having his back in a dangerous situation, so maybe he isn't exactly as cautious as a super spy. That said, the voice brings him right back to earth, he snaps his head upward to search her out, a small smile playing at his lips when he finds her.

"So I've been told." He gives his big shoulders a roll backward. "Have you claimed this as your residence?"

[assassinat]

"I don't claim any home as my own." She reminds him of what it means to be a spy before she climbs down softly to greet him.

Nothing is more awkward than looking down at a godlike figure. Better to be on even ground with one than to try to assert any authority.

"How did you find this place?"

[aboveangrybees]

The noise catches Steve's attention, causing him to slowly and stealthily sneak over to a broken window and look out at who's tromping around. He knows the front door is rigged, but the window is near completely knocked out clean, so it's almost pointless. Still, he figures to defend it if it's someone sketchy.

He lets out a sigh of relief at seeing it's Thor.

"Don't touch the door knob. Stark rigged it," the words come with a chuckle, as Steve rests his crossed arms on the frame and leans out the window to smile a little at Thor.

[worldsaway]

Thor just barely jolts in surprise at the sudden voice. For someone not sneaking, he hadn't really been prepared to be caught. The shock is brief, of course, the voice is familiar and Steve quickly comes into view. He returns the smile with his own, approaching the window with a laugh softer than his footsteps.

"Perhaps he is more suited to battle than we gave him credit for." He muses, giving the broken window an appraising look. "Shall I impede upon your home for the evening? I've been told I'm a pleasant house guest." He cooks a mean breakfast, with the right encouragement, but he doubts he'll be frying up anything pleasant for some time.

[soldieronwards]

[A]rrival
As luck would have it, Bucky's already plundered one house by the time he gets here. At this point, he's no longer looking for supplies--he's checking out the competition.

(Competition. It's best if he thinks of it that way for now, if he pretends this is just a friendly game, and they're not all fighting to gory deaths.)

It doesn't take him long to figure out that the latest house subject to his investigation has been booby-trapped in the most basic of ways. Cutlery? Really? Well, it's not like they have any better options here. So he makes his way in through a window instead, silent and calm.

That's all well and good until he tries to make his way across the parlor floor and the wood cracks loudly underneath his feet.

"Damn."

[B]ehind the scenes
Or maybe he's been here a while, scouting for food and water, making fun of Tony, bantering with Steve...and something else comes up. Perhaps someone questions the extent to which he's been working on making improvised weapons out of household items.

Take your pick.

camping his spawn pretty much

[assassinat]

"Bucky."

That name comes forth only because they are surrounded by people who have heard of him, but don't know of him. From behind him she stands, ready to have taken him down at a moment's notice if he happened to be startled by the other people within the house.

Did he really think he could slip in undetected by her? It's likely he had no idea this is where she slipped off to. Especially when she told him her goal was to watch over Matt Murdock and here she was in the opposite direction he went.

"About time, darling." There's a light kiss against his right shoulder before she steps around to his side with a serious look.

[soldieronwards]

"What the--shit!"

Is that any way for a man to respond to his girlfriend giving him a friendly kiss? No, but their situation is a little unusual, so maybe he can be forgiven.

Bucky takes a deep breath to steady himself as he gives her an arch look. "Couldn't keep you waiting too long, Miss Romanoff." What can he possibly call her that's the equivalent of her using his nickname? That's what he comes up with.

[arrogantalloy]

Tony has taken a moment from tinkering in the garage to indulge in some eating some canned peaches. Okay so he didn't know that they were peaches when he grabbed the can, but at least it was fruit. Which is easier to deal with just eating from a can.

Hearing the floorboard creak he doesn't immediately think it could be dangerous, stupid of him yes, but he'd gotten used to the others being in the house by now, so with a knife hanging from his mouth he walks into the room.

"Could you find a louder floorbo- Oh." Tony stares at Bucky for a moment, then knifes another peach into his mouth, and chews it up before speaking again. "If you don't want to creak stay where the footprints are. And don't go near the front door." He gestures to the front door, which from this side shows the door knob wired up to a car battery. "Safety first." He smirks.

[soldieronwards]

For a long moment, Bucky just looks at Tony with the most unimpressed face he can muster. It's not really fair, but he feels vaguely slighted at being shown up like this by Tony Stark of all people. Sure, the Tony he knows has a lot more experience at being a full-grown superhero than he does, and he has a lot more experience than just about anybody with wiring up gadgets, but it still kind of stings.

"Anyone told you yet that you come off like a kid with a playset here?"

So he fires off a dumb quip instead of saying anything useful.