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thearena2015-02-14 10:21 pm
sizeofyourbaggage) wrote in thearena2015-02-14 10:21 pm
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to keep me warm at night
Who| Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers / OPEN to anyone staying in the caves or dropping by
What| it’s freaking cold, Sam’s done with sleeping alone. Also, making use of Valentine’s Day sponsor gifts by making dinner and potentially giving out fuel to be weaponized
When| Valentine’s Day and the week after
Where| the caves
Warnings/Notes| mostly platonic cuddling, likely mentions of PTSD and violence
Valentine’s Day (for Bucky -> Steve)
With the way he’d lost Steve in the last arena, Sam’ll admit to keeping a little bit of an eye on him. Not all the time, of course, but when they’re together, even if it’s just in the cage, he keeps Steve on his radar. So he’s noticed, the fact that Steve’s barely sleeping, that he spends most nights up on watch. Sam hasn’t commented, aside from occasionally staying up with him and being there, just in case - but it’s starting to get a little ridiculous.
Especially because he’s been kind of keeping a similar eye on Bucky, and more often than not, he’s sitting right up there with him.
It’s late, and it’s freezing, and someone else is on watch, but yet, there Steve is. When Sam spots Bucky probably moving over to join him, Sam heads over to intercept him.
“Hey, Bucky. Can I talk to you a minute?”
It’s freezing okay
Honestly, Sam’s kicking himself for not doing this sooner. It’s not like it’s the first time he’s ever used body heat to stay warm while trying to get some sleep, and he knows it’s only going to get colder.
Part of him knows what his hesitancy was. He’s avoided sleeping with people, for the most part, since coming back from Afghanistan, after a couple of pretty spectacular nightmares. And the couple of weeks they’d had between arenas had brought a lot of that back up. But he’d talked it out a little, and he’s actually been functioning better here, probably out of necessity. Curling up with Steve and Bucky had gone fine - fine and really warm - and Sam isn’t planning on going back to trying not to freeze while he sleeps.
He’s also not above broaching the topic with the rest of his allies in the cave. He’s not saying they have to warm up with him, necessarily, but there’s enough of them here that doing it with someone isn’t a bad idea. Especially if the gamemakers keep amping up the cold.
So when there’s time, he’ll head over to strike up a conversation.
It’s got actual flavor
He's actually a little pleased, that the sponsors listened to him and sent him a stove and a good assortment of seasonings. Not only because it makes cooking easier, but because it's an extra source of warmth - and because he's betting someone can come up with an alternate use for the fuel, in a pinch.
But he's definitely going to use it for its intended purpose at least once. Might as well have a decent dinner, since he's got the supplies, and he'll ask anyone who wants in what kind of meat they prefer. He'll also take anyone who might want to help.
He can also be found later in the week, seasoning the thin strips of meat he's slicing up for jerky, or rationing out the amount of fuel he has left in the stove or his kerosene lantern, trying to decide if it'd be better off being used for its original purpose or if he should hand it over to someone who might be able to weaponize it.
What| it’s freaking cold, Sam’s done with sleeping alone. Also, making use of Valentine’s Day sponsor gifts by making dinner and potentially giving out fuel to be weaponized
When| Valentine’s Day and the week after
Where| the caves
Warnings/Notes| mostly platonic cuddling, likely mentions of PTSD and violence
Valentine’s Day (for Bucky -> Steve)
With the way he’d lost Steve in the last arena, Sam’ll admit to keeping a little bit of an eye on him. Not all the time, of course, but when they’re together, even if it’s just in the cage, he keeps Steve on his radar. So he’s noticed, the fact that Steve’s barely sleeping, that he spends most nights up on watch. Sam hasn’t commented, aside from occasionally staying up with him and being there, just in case - but it’s starting to get a little ridiculous.
Especially because he’s been kind of keeping a similar eye on Bucky, and more often than not, he’s sitting right up there with him.
It’s late, and it’s freezing, and someone else is on watch, but yet, there Steve is. When Sam spots Bucky probably moving over to join him, Sam heads over to intercept him.
“Hey, Bucky. Can I talk to you a minute?”
It’s freezing okay
Honestly, Sam’s kicking himself for not doing this sooner. It’s not like it’s the first time he’s ever used body heat to stay warm while trying to get some sleep, and he knows it’s only going to get colder.
Part of him knows what his hesitancy was. He’s avoided sleeping with people, for the most part, since coming back from Afghanistan, after a couple of pretty spectacular nightmares. And the couple of weeks they’d had between arenas had brought a lot of that back up. But he’d talked it out a little, and he’s actually been functioning better here, probably out of necessity. Curling up with Steve and Bucky had gone fine - fine and really warm - and Sam isn’t planning on going back to trying not to freeze while he sleeps.
He’s also not above broaching the topic with the rest of his allies in the cave. He’s not saying they have to warm up with him, necessarily, but there’s enough of them here that doing it with someone isn’t a bad idea. Especially if the gamemakers keep amping up the cold.
So when there’s time, he’ll head over to strike up a conversation.
It’s got actual flavor
He's actually a little pleased, that the sponsors listened to him and sent him a stove and a good assortment of seasonings. Not only because it makes cooking easier, but because it's an extra source of warmth - and because he's betting someone can come up with an alternate use for the fuel, in a pinch.
But he's definitely going to use it for its intended purpose at least once. Might as well have a decent dinner, since he's got the supplies, and he'll ask anyone who wants in what kind of meat they prefer. He'll also take anyone who might want to help.
He can also be found later in the week, seasoning the thin strips of meat he's slicing up for jerky, or rationing out the amount of fuel he has left in the stove or his kerosene lantern, trying to decide if it'd be better off being used for its original purpose or if he should hand it over to someone who might be able to weaponize it.
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The memories make him smile. It's a small smile, but it's there and it makes his eyes brighten. "The people. La Paz is a huge city with a lot of poverty, and I stuck around the slums because it's easier not to be noticed around there. The city--Bolivia in general, really--has a terrible problem with homeless children. The kids were the reason I was able to last so long there, though." He laughs a little at the memory. "It took them forever to trust me, but once one of them decided I was safe, suddenly they all did. I gave them medical care and they showed me how to survive. They were more helpful than any adult. Stronger, too."
He gives an absent wave. The fact he's saying this at all instead of shrugging the question off is an expression of camaraderie and trust. "There was a particular girl who helped out. She insisted on teaching me Aymara, then she'd make a show of pretending not to understand me if I ever tried talking in English or Spanish. She thought it'd make me more Bolivian. I don't know about that, but it gave me a lot more credibility with the locals when I used it." She was named Sartaña, but he didn't want to say her name out loud where the Capitol could hear. He didn't want to tempt them into maybe bringing someone from his life in.
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And chuckles at Bruce's description of the girl, eyes amused. "She sounds like my kind of girl. I'd say she was right, considering the way you talk about the place." Not that you have to consider yourself part of a place to appreciate it, but still. "I'd say you'd have to teach me sometime, but I haven't been able to say a word of anything but English since I got here."
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He's still smiling. He can remember the curiosity, the good and the bad, the children and the adults. "I spoke it pretty badly, but that put me square with a big chunk of the population. Maybe when this is all over, I'll try to teach you what I know."
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And it usually made locals more willing to talk to him than they were to some of the other soliders, but that might have also been because some of them looked a lot more threatening than Sam usually did.
"I'm guessing if nothing else, it probably made them amused when you tried."
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That extracts another chuckle. More nostalgia. "That girl never missed an opportunity to laugh at my Aymara. Especially at my accent when I tried to speak it. I'd just tell her that it's her fault I was bad at it because she was supposed to be my teacher, and she'd puff up her cheeks and start drilling me on it again."
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Just in case, but he leaves that unspoken.
He laughs at that story. "Did it work? How's your accent now?"