Glorious (burdenedwith) wrote in districtmarvel, @ 2016-01-09 19:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | bucky barnes, loki laufeyson |
Who: Loki and Bucky
What: Super awkward times
Where: The Hunger Games Complex Medical Wing, some doctor's office
When: The afternoon, after Bucky's visit with Thor
Warnings: None yet, will update as necessary
Loki had gotten used to stupid little errands long ago. Even as a Gamemaker, arguably one of the most powerful jobs in this entirely skewed Capitol society, there were still everyday chores to do. Not everything could be accomplished by Avoxes or their slightly more important cousins, interns and assistants. Some things had to be taken care of personally and, much to Loki's great annoyance and deep chagrin, his foot was one of them.
It had been worse the past few months, the shooting pains all the way up through his calf, the lack of balance, the limp a little more noticeable, harder to hide. Painkillers helped, but not in the near-magical way they'd used to, when he'd first been given access to them nearly a decade earlier. They only dulled the injury now, and for shorter periods of time, enough that Loki had finally made the conscious decision to stop putting off his long-overdue checkup. Still, though, the fact of his being there never sat well with him. He'd never liked doctors; they'd made him anxious even as a child, in Two's less opulent (and less private) medical facilities. He didn't like the idea that someone else could know he body better than he did, that his health rested in someone else's hands.
So he kept himself occupied as he entered the office, trying to limit the time he'd need to sit there, waiting and vulnerable. "Change the reservation at the Lily to eight," he was instructing his personal assistant as he pushed open the door. "I'll be meeting with Miss Lang at six, and I expect her to linger. She often does." Loki allowed himself a tiny, self-satisfied smile at this, a rare moment of self-praise. Cassie was a natural, and the extent to which she looked up to him was more than a little gratifying.
He swept over to the check-in desk and signed his name with a flourish, the smile fading abruptly as he turned and became aware of exactly who was sharing the room with him. James Barnes, his bionic arm flashing wickedly, the expression on his face far from friendly. His grip tightened around his phone. Then Loki looked away and said, "In fact, add one to the reservation, would you? In case she'd like to extend our conversation. That's all. Until tomorrow."
Loki was careful to keep his gait measured and confident as headed for a chair, but he'd just settled down when the blare of the lockdown alarm shot right through him. He sprang immediately back to his feet, barely able to cover a wince, as the scenery around them began to shift. All the doors, even those surrounding secretary's window, slammed shut and he heard the office door lock automatically.
But Loki's eyes were not on the door, but camera above it. Most personnel in this building didn't know lockdown procedures like Loki did. They weren't altogether infrequent, especially closer to Games season, when mistakes could be made with muttations. But most didn't know that one facet of lockdown was the automatic disconnection most cameras in the building -- lest footage of a mistake escape. The President would rather lose people than jeopardize his good name, after all, and Loki had no doubt that the feed to the cameras in this room had been immediately cut until the all-clear.
Hie eyes flicked back to Barnes. He prayed he didn't know.