You've lost your way [open]

[tookthewheel]

Who| MCU!Bucky Barnes and OTA
What| Bucky got into a dumb fight with his counterpart, broke a rollercoaster and is now moping around the arena trying to deal with that, his scattered mind alongside the dangers of the arena and other tributes.
Where| Various locations
When| During the 2nd Hell-rena
Warnings/Notes| Amnesia and potential references to trauma as standard with this guy. Also possible violence and body horror for the setting

Prompt A: Hell-rena at the Lake

Even at his full strength the fight with his mirror image has left him filthy, battered, bloody and aching.

The world turned to madness; it's falling apart, moving constantly round and round. He could see the buildings moving from the amusement park as he dragged himself at first and then stumbled up, making painfully slow progress away from the scene of the battle with dogged determination. The Soldier forces his protesting limbs to carry him just that little bit more to collapse by the lake and shifts his back up against a tree, grimacing as he does.

It's a poor choice to sit here, there's not much cover but he needs to stay still just for a short while and collect himself as much as he's currently capable of. If he can only have a few minutes to breath in this stifling heat and let his augmented body do what it was made to do maybe he'll survive a little longer in this hell. He uses what strength is left in him to tug off the torn hoody and give himself some relief from the temperature, quickly draping the cloth over his metal arm after so the shine of it won't give his presence immediately away to anyone nearby.

Prompt B: Hell arena, specify your own location/time

He's beginning to feel the very real effects of hunger setting in now. The Soldier's not been eating the food from the orchard (he'd been warned of its effects on his first day), only risking drinking the water sparingly because while he can push on without food for a while dehydration will kill him in days and the heat is absolute and oppressive, but if he doesn't find safe food soon he'll be in real trouble. Not just that, he's still has the lingering wounds from his fight with his other self to slow him down, the few days with his abilities in place have helped to heal the worst of it but not nearly all.

There was one thing he paid attention to in the aftermath of that fight though, his hair is now hacked short to the nape of his neck. It's still far from neat but it presents less of a vulnerability now.

Having lost his previous weapons he's taken the time to re-equip himself with newly scavenged ones. Glass shards and a rusted pair of garden shears with the blades broken apart to form two primitive long knives. He's hidden the weapons as best he can under his clothing as he walks through the arena, searching for any possibly chance to gain more supplies.



[[ooc: Feel free to reply in brackets if prose isn't your thing!]]

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[onedirectiony]

"He's an archer. And I could kill him on my own, but he'll be expecting that. His name is Clint," Loki said. The vague lies were starting to form a complete story. "I figure we're here for a show, so why not give a show. I think they'll like it if we do. Better for the both of us, right?"

[tookthewheel]

"Is he armed?" the Soldier's mind is starting to calculate now, falling in familiar patterns as he's presented with a target. The name doesn't matter to him, only the variables.

"How then?" something isn't right about how he's agreeing to this but it's almost comforting to do so. There was a point to working with another, the Winter Soldier didn't always go into a mission alone.

[onedirectiony]

"He has a bow and arrow," Loki said. But he knew that as soon as Clint saw him, he'd probably shoot him in the face with it. It wouldn't be an encounter with Clint if that didn't happen - or at least get threatened. "How we do it? I'll talk to him, he knows who I am so we'll talk. While we talk -- you go."

[tookthewheel]

If he were capable he'd snort in disdain at that. "Not a problem." he confirms.

The few minutes sitting has given him strength, the counterfeit serum in his veins doing its work to get him back on his feet. The Soldier stands, testing his leg as a concern. With his mobility still compromised a stealth attack aided by a distraction was the most plausible strategy. "That would suffice."

[onedirectiony]

Loki offered his hand to Bucky to seal the deal. Sure, he didn't know how it'd turn out after this was said and done, but this would make for one less problem as far as this arena went, so he'd deal with the rest later. "Good, good. I'll show you there."

[tookthewheel]

The Soldier looked down at Loki's hand and that was all, he made no move to raise his own. While he understood what the gesture was for on some level he had no desire for even such brief contact.

So he simply looked at the man before him and waited for him to do as he had said he would.

[onedirectiony]

"Alright, alright. Well, I'll go get him, and I know you'll know when it's a good chance, so just take it," Loki offered. He didn't really trust Bucky, but he didn't seem like he'd not complete this job.

[tookthewheel]

That's fine because the Soldier doesn't trust Loki either.

"Understood." and he'll follow Loki at a discrete distance when the other man leads, ready to blend into the surroundings and wait for the promised opportunity to rid the arena of one more tribute.