To be fair, Buck wasn't out to terrorize foot-stomping redheads who thought smoke detectors deserved proper medical attention. He just didn't fucking know anyone at this dumb facility, so he certainly wasn't motivated to go eat taquitos with them. Even if there was the possibility of tequila. There was increasingly good odds that he might run into a relative, too. Seriously, what the fuck was going on here? Three thousand miles away and the stench from West Virginia was still strong. Not that a part of Buck wasn't actively curious about his roots. But so far, it had just been a bunch of stuffy old people telling him what to do and what not to do.
It wasn't really working for him. There had to be somewhere more fun, away from the phony party with its phony people. What the fuck were they even celebrating? He wasn't here when it happened, whatever it was. Something about a mission. Maybe a rescue? He didn't know. Frankly, he didn't give two fucks either. Did this place have a skate park? Because for a 90's throwback kid like Buck, it felt like a necessity. He just wanted a distraction. From this place, from his newfound dad, from everything.
Jokes aside, he really was rocking an oversized blue hoodie, messy don't-give-a-fuck-about-combs hair, and iPhone earbuds. LFO, Smash Mouth, Vanilla Ice... Let's be honest, it was probably Blink-182. A suitable reason to not realize where he was going, who was already there, and the dangers of flying hammers. He was just starting to wonder what kind of space age shit he had wandered into when things went sideways.
Thankfully, Buck was trigger-happy when it came to his powers. So he didn't hesitate to skid on a newly-minted sheet of ice beneath his sneakers. Throwing up a hand, he shot a stream of ice towards the wayward hammer. He was good, but not good enough that he could have just flung a well-aimed ice dagger and knocked the hammer off-course. The steady stream of ice was a safer bet to hit, trapping the hammer in ice to the nearest wall.
"Fuck." He turned his attention in the direction the hammer came from. Oh. Hey there. How Buck managed to restrain immediately hitting on Evie, well, it deserved some credit. Instead, tugging one earbud out, he chose to admonish her: "Y'know it's okay to say shit."