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thearena2014-08-26 04:14 pm
actually112) wrote in thearena2014-08-26 04:14 pm
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Brave soldier boy
Who| Aang and Bucky Barnes (MCU)
What| Bucky needs to loosen up and Aang needs to learn that the Hunger Games aren't the 'let's make friends with everyone' games.
Where| Third floor
When| Early Week 2
Warnings| Probably references to past violence
Aang didn't like the store based on his home. It reminded him too much of his unfinished business. It made him think about how alone he was. How much he missed his friends, how much he missed his bending. How scared he was of what had to be done.
What might happen there if he doesn't find his way back.
So Aang only took a few things from the store--a small, fake stuffed flying lemur (he would have taken the stuffed sky bison too, but that was about the same size as he was), a flimsy glider (made of 'plastic', he had learned) that wouldn't last a moment in the air (though perhaps could be a stand-in weapon), and a folding Pai Sho board with all the pieces. Then he left, feeling more homeless than he had in a while, and sat on top of the weird metal contraption with wheels left in the middle of the floor.
He crossed his legs, leaving his bag on his back, his glider at his side, and his stuffed lemur in his lap.
And then he meditated. Traced out every earthly tether he had, then systematically let it all go.
But the moment he sensed anyone close by, he opened his eyes and turned his head to look towards them.
What| Bucky needs to loosen up and Aang needs to learn that the Hunger Games aren't the 'let's make friends with everyone' games.
Where| Third floor
When| Early Week 2
Warnings| Probably references to past violence
Aang didn't like the store based on his home. It reminded him too much of his unfinished business. It made him think about how alone he was. How much he missed his friends, how much he missed his bending. How scared he was of what had to be done.
What might happen there if he doesn't find his way back.
So Aang only took a few things from the store--a small, fake stuffed flying lemur (he would have taken the stuffed sky bison too, but that was about the same size as he was), a flimsy glider (made of 'plastic', he had learned) that wouldn't last a moment in the air (though perhaps could be a stand-in weapon), and a folding Pai Sho board with all the pieces. Then he left, feeling more homeless than he had in a while, and sat on top of the weird metal contraption with wheels left in the middle of the floor.
He crossed his legs, leaving his bag on his back, his glider at his side, and his stuffed lemur in his lap.
And then he meditated. Traced out every earthly tether he had, then systematically let it all go.
But the moment he sensed anyone close by, he opened his eyes and turned his head to look towards them.
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Bucky's response to the comment about his eyes is a slow blink and nothing else. He struggles more with the question, he doesn't rightly have a people but Bucky Barnes did. "Americans." he decides is the most accurate answer. It was certainly the last place he had been stored and deployed.
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Where Aang comes from, most of the nations had a certain amount of racial purity, if only because travel between nations is limited if one isn't an Air Nomad. It makes sense to him that most citizens would have similarly shaped and colored eyes.
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He guesses that's not so weird, considering all the other things he's heard. Aang takes one of Bucky's pieces off the board in turn.
"Maybe bending has something to do with it, but in every nation, there's only one or two eye colors. But I guess that's changing with the war--a lot of people are getting into mixed families." And a lot of people are mixing genetically in other ways, but he's not going to think about that. "What's it like in America?"
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He looks down, thinking about the move Aang just made and his answer. The cold shake that had come from the mention of trains has mostly settled, a moment happily forgotten by him. Aang's question is a hard one to answer, mostly because of his lack of knowledge of his homeland.
"The United States of America is a federal republic comprised of fifty states, led by a democratically elected president." That's bare facts, not a real impression of the country. "It's... large. There are many people, different people." he thinks back to what he can piece together of his time wandering D.C. "Cities. Machines."
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"There's a war back home right now. The Fire Nation attacked all the other nations a hundred years ago. They wanted to rule everyone else. Everyone's been fighting ever since then." It's all his fault.
Bucky uses some words that Aang doesn't understand. He doesn't know what a federal republic is, and his only vague understanding of states are the different territories within the Earth Kingdom. He definitely doesn't understand what democracy or presidents are supposed to be.
"It sounds a little like the Earth Kingdom. The Fire Nation has more machines, though. Like, huge metal factories and things like that."
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James Barnes fought in a war. He thinks the Winter Soldier had missions in war zones too, taking out elements on whichever side would turn the conflict to HYDRA's favour. "There was a war where I... I was in a war. Once."
Sergeant Barnes.
He shakes his head to clear it. A hundred years seems like a long time for a war to continue. "Machines. What kind?" Aang didn't know what planes or computers where but he knew about trains. Perhaps there was more.
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War. It took everything from him. It takes everything from so many people. He remembers all the refugees and prisoners and warriors and broken families he's ever met--he remembers them because he knows that it's his fault they've suffered so much.
He crosses his legs before hugging them, subconsciously making himself smaller. "Big factories that make giant metal ships and war balloons and tanks. They also gunk up all the rivers and forests where they are, so the people around them are starving."
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He's not sure where the certainty of agreement comes from, memory perhaps, some fragment of the past strong enough to agree. War cost Bucky Barnes his life, didn't it? Stole his existence, killed him and put something worse in his skin afterwards. A hero's death paid for with slavery.
"They have those in my world, too." he watches Aang and clenches his fist out of sight at the urge to reach over when he hugs his legs. There is nothing he can do and he should not touch.
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Like, for example, realizing that the Northern Air Temple and all its cultural history was practically destroyed. Or that war ships came to the Northern Water Tribe and killed the goddamn moon. Or that tanks were hunting him down and he couldn't sit still long enough to sleep. Or that they would attempt and fail to take down the Fire Lord during the eclipse...
Aang just doesn't like war machines in general.
He makes his next move without paying too much attention to it. "But they seem to have some cool machines here. You can't turn on light with a switch back home. You only have fire and the moon during the night."
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However that was, still, he thinks the prospect of seeing such things would please Aang past the inevitable exit from the arena. "The technology here is advanced."
Bucky takes the piece Aang just moved from the board.