Commander S. Rogers (commanderrogers) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2013-11-04 08:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed (15), bucky barnes, steve rogers |
Who: Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes
Where: Grounds
When: Soon after they both arrive
What: Reunion. There will be some manly crying. Just so you know.
Warnings: N/A
Status: Closed; Ongoing
Your boldness stands alone among the wreck Fool me once, shame on you -- fool me twice, shame on me. If Steve hadn't woken up in the same uniform he'd worn to kick the Chitauri out of New York, he'd have been convinced that it was all a strange, vivid dream. That he was now waking up in France beneath the same canvas tents that he'd called home during the war. It certainly would have made more sense than suddenly waking up back in time, wouldn't it? Maybe? Steve climbed off of the cot and looked around. The tent flap was open an a dry, cool morning breeze laced with the scent of animals, orchards and sugar introduced him to the morning. It was a familiar, not unpleasant smell but Rogers wasn't sure he could quite place it. He swung his legs over the side of the cot carefully; the sudden squeak of the bed's poor metal frame making him nervous. He didn't know where he was, but he did think it would be pretty poor form of him if he started breaking the belongings of whomever it was that set him up here. Keeping his mask off, he picked up his shield and ducked through the opening of the tent, and what greeted him was even more of a surprise. Sure, it wasn't exactly as overwhelming as stumbling unawares into the middle of Time Square, but waking to find himself in the middle of a deserted fair ground at the crack of dawn was still pretty up-there on Steve's list of weird. Before he could really take in his surroundings, the sudden sniff and whine of a dog from behind made him turn. It was a small animal of indiscriminate breed that immediately perched his front paws on Steve's boot as though it were a platform and looked up at him with hopeful eyes, tail wagging. "Uh." Steve switched which arm his shield was on and leaned down to pat the mutt on the head. "Don't suppose you know where we are, do you boy?" |