bucky barnes-ulric (whatthebucky) wrote in thedisplaced, @ 2018-07-15 08:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | bucky barnes / winter soldier (ph), peggy carter (mcu) |
WHO: Bucky Barnes (PH) & Peggy Carter
WHERE: Tumbleweed, TX: Peggy's Room
WHEN: July 8th, 2018 (Backdated)
WHAT: Bucky has a bad day and Peggy just wants to watch Netflix.
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: Complete
It had been....A Day, to say the least. Most days were good. Bucky wasn't sinking into any pits of depression and while he was upset at the loss of yet another Steve he had been getting to know, he had a better support system in place and was able to get through it quicker than he had the first time. It probably helped that he wasn't throwing himself head first into the nearest bottle of booze, but that probably had more to do with the fact that he didn't want to disappoint Trish if she ever showed back up here and the rest of his friends and family. Then two versions of Steve showing up helped sooth that feeling of loss some more and, honestly? He was just tired of mourning, so he refused to wallow. He went about his day, most days, decently, but today he had woken up in a cranky mood. What had followed was just as bad - he had burned his breakfast, had found that the dog had rip a favorite shirt of Steve's that he had been using as a sleep shirt to shreds, and the final nail in the coffin had been getting rained on unexpectedly when he had been driving around on his motorcycle, when the weather reports had talked about clear skies. Bucky considered finding Henry and blowing off steam that way, but had reconsidered and turned his motorcycle toward Peggy's place instead. Getting there, he hadn't bothered to use the front door like a normal person and instead headed for her bedroom window. It was the weekend, so there was a good chance she was at home. And if she wasn't, well, she was going to find a wet rat version of Bucky Barnes on her bed when she got back. There wasn’t much that managed to surprise Peggy Carter these days, and stumbling upon a drowned rat that look strangely like Bucky Barnes climbing through her bedroom window was not particularly odd. Which felt strange to think. Certainly that should have felt odd and yet at this point him doing such things had become practically a scheduled event in her life. While there might have been no rhyme or reason to when she would find him crawling through her window or throwing rocks at it, she knew it was bound to happen at some point over the course of a fortnight. She pushed the bedroom door closed with her foot, her arms full of a variety of snacks that she was bringing up from the kitchen to enjoy while watching whatever Netflix movie caught her interest. “There are towels in the bathroom closet through that door,” she nodded toward the one to the right of her. “Do not get my bed wet.” There was a very large part of Bucky that was very tempted to just shake like Han did after his bath to get water everywhere. But he knew that Peggy’s revenge would be swift and possibly painful, so he begrudgingly held back on the initial urge to be a shithead. Toeing off his boots and wet socks right under the window sill, he padded barefoot across her room toward the bathroom to dry off without a word. Despite seeing Peggy, which was almost always a pleasant time for him, he was still in a crabby mood due to the rain and his series of bad luck that day. It would take a few minutes before he decided he would be verbal and more sociable. But for now, he found the largest of Peggy’s towels and wrapped himself up in it and grabbed another for whatever spot on the floor he was going to lay on until he was in a better mood and drier. Making himself a home on her floor, he closed his eyes and muttered, “I’m just going to nap here for awhile. Pretend I’m not here.” She was already at home on the bed, bowls filled with a mixture of snacks and the television on as she scrolled through the Netflix menu. Something was definitely up with him, though the problem with that was that it could be any number of things that could be the cause of his not so pleasant mood. Though she had a feeling it probably had to do with Steve. Though which Steve--or possibly both Steves--was the question of the day. Hopefully if it was the one currently staying down the hallway he wouldn’t decide to come over for a late night talk. At least there would be a knock of forewarning if he did. Mindlessness seemed to be the draw for that day though and she settled on a show called Nailed It, not wanting anything that she had to worry about following along with for too long. “If you want the clothes to actually dry you may want to toss them into the dryer or they will most likely take forever.” As Nicole Byer’s rich, booming voice filled the room as an episode of Nailed It! began, Bucky burrowed further into his bad mood. It wasn’t that Steve or the Steves were the cause of it. It was just a series of bad luck and generally moodiness. He went through these moods occasionally and it had mostly nothing to do with any of the Steves. Mostly because he hadn’t made the effort to really reach out to these latest versions of him. A part of him was desperate to just spend all of his time with them, while the other part of him wondered what the point was? He was just bound to lose him, them, again. One eye opening up a sliver, he peered over at Peggy. “While I appreciate the effort you’re putting forward in trying to get my clothes off, I doubt you have anything I can change into. And I’m not asking Jarvis for anything, he’ll probably think I’m hitting on him or something.” She snorted at that and nearly brought up asking Steve for something of his, but it was probably best to let sleeping dogs lie. “You could always use my robe.” She nodded toward the one hanging on the outside of her bathroom door. It was simple and white, thankfully with no frills, but she wasn’t about to push it and turned her attention back to the show. Maybe this one was a little too mindless, but learning how to make decorative pancakes might come in handy. Eventually. It kept her attention for a few moments before she looked back at Bucky. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” Bucky hadn’t moved right away, at the offer of the robe, but sat up and made his way over to her bathroom to strip down and pull the robe on. It was, thankfully, just large enough that he wasn’t indecent. He could hear the question she asked from the bathroom, but he spent a few more moments avoiding answering, as he draped his wet clothes over the shower rail. When he couldn’t avoid it much longer without it becoming weird, he made his way back out to the bedroom and plopped back down on the ground, where his nest of towels still was. Chewing on his bottom lip, he shrugged, as he focused his attention on the baking show. “Dunno, just...annoyed. It’s been a bad luck kind of day. Not just one thing, you know?” “I’m sure ending up in a torrential downpour certainly didn’t help matters much.” There were very few times when such a situation was seen as a highlight instead of an issue; especially if one had already endured negative upon negative during the day. Usually though, at least in Peggy’s experience, such days happened when one was already in a particular not so great mood. Not that they were having a bad mood, but often, something was already eating away at them and the rest simply piled up on them and made the day awful. She tossed the bag of Cheetos down to him--thankfully it hadn’t been open yet--before settling back against the headboard. “Anything in particular go more wrong than right?” And just like that, a sort of floodgate opened. Once he started talking, it was full steam ahead. “Not any one thing, really. I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Late. And there was no hot water for the shower. Then while I was showering, Han decided to steal the sleep shirt I had been wearing and rip that to pieces. I ended up burning breakfast and then I decided to go out for a drive to clear my head. Pulled over on a hill, ended up napping long enough to get a sunburn. That was fine though, it’s pretty much healed, but the itching hasn’t stopped.” Then he gestured to the wet hair and robe he was wearing. “And you know the rest. Just...a shitty day. We all get them.” He held the bag of Cheetos, a little surprised that gave them up willingly. “You sure you’re willing to part with these?” “I have Doritos. It’s fine.” Though, what he’d just described certainly sounded like a run of particularly bad luck over the last twenty four hours. “And considering the day you’ve had it sounds as though you have earned those Cheetos.” Hopefully they weren’t expired or something; though it would keep with the theme of the day he was having. “I’m sure tomorrow will be much better.” No one had that much bad luck over two days, right? Darkly, he muttered, “Yeah, I’m sure it will.” Because the way his luck was running, he was probably going to break something. But he tried not to focus on that, finally breaking open the bag of Cheetos and going to town on them. He let the competition with the decorative pancakes carry him away for awhile, before he spoke again. “So how’s it been living with Steve?” She mulled over that question for quite some time, not entirely sure how to express her feelings on the matter. “I’m fairly certain I’m dead in his world so the hero worship I see in his eyes is a bit...daunting.” Pedestals were meant to be fallen from and nothing more. “But it's alright otherwise.” “Yeah?” He asked, eyebrows raised. “Don’t know, you seem a little uncertain about that answer. It’s a lot that you have to live up to, even as unintentionally as he might mean it.” And despite the seriousness of the conversation and the somewhat somber mood, he ruined it by popping a Cheeto into his mouth, looking utterly ridiculous. “Still, glad you gave him a place. I don’t know if I could do it.’ “If he needed the place you would have provided him one in a heartbeat. I just happened to offer first.” She didn't believe for a moment that Bucky would leave Steve homeless, no matter how awkward it might have been. “As for the rest, my entire life is living up to everyone's expectations.” “Well, you got me there,” Bucky said, shrugging. As many hangups as he had about Steve Rogers, he would still do anything for him. That was never in question. “But when does Peggy Carter get to do what she wants?” “I suppose that it is a good thing that I enjoy what I do.” Tearing down the walls that others had continuously put up in her way was vastly satisfying. Even if the culmination of all those efforts seemed to end in Hydra. “I suppose you have to, to keep doing it.” Bucky fell silent for a bit, considering the mood and deciding he wasn't for it. He was tired of it. So he grabbed a handful of Cheetos and whistled to get Peggy's attention. Once he had it, he said, “Here, catch.” And proceeded to toss the loose Cheetos at her. “You're vacuuming before you leave.” Though it was difficult to say that with a completely straight face. “Don't make me regret giving those to you.” “You regret nothing,” Bucky answered smugly before laying back down on his comfy, damp pile of towels. “And I'm keeping the robe. It's comfy.” Peggy rolled her eyes before popping a Dorito in her mouth. “You can certainly try but I'm afraid you don't get very far. Now hush, I'm trying to listen to this ridiculous.” |