Bucky ((Open but super late, so mostly just tucked off to the side and written up to establish what he was doing most of the time.))
The whole resort was lavish and beautiful and intricate and it made Bucky's skin fucking crawl. They all did, but this one was worse than most ... not all of them, but most. Bucky barely remembered the first time they'd made him go back to his own, but there had been times since then. It never got easy.
The jungle noises made the Capitol people coo, but any Victor who'd dealt with mutts had to be cringing even if it didn't show. It didn't matter how harmless something sounded, in the Games it could be nightmarish. Most of the animals in his Arena had been hallucinations - but didn't mean he hadn't seen them. Or heard them.
Everywhere he went people were talking about the Maximoff girl, or her dead twin, and Bucky's teeth wanted to grind for the first few hours. It was almost a blessing when he ended up distracted. Or at least it was at first. The Capitol kids were maybe sixteen, done up in elaborate jungle prints and animal makeup and chattering constantly. They were pouting over not being able to get near Wanda, or Natasha, and Bucky guessed he was fallback choice ... five? Judging by the other names?
Lucky him.
He got dragged around relentlessly, and saying no wasn't really an option. As Capitolites went, they weren't bad, just stupid kids. But his head was throbbing from chatter and the boy with the tiger-striped hair kept grabbing his arm and Bucky nearly clocked him once.
He excused himself and got ten minutes of blessed alone after that. Bucky turned it into a trip over to the food and drinks, grabbing something frothy and fruity and a couple of bite sized bits of delicate cakes or pastries of something. They were good, but most Capitol food was, and Bucky didn't pay as much attention to it when he was working so hard at not letting himself wind up over everything else. Details just kind of slid by him.
The kids found him again, and Bucky put on his game face and let them take him over to meet some actress they loved. He shot the shit and somewhere it just ... started to get easier.
It took a while but Bucky started to notice because he felt different. Lighter. Good. The kids were still stupid and loud but he kept laughing, and it didn't bother him when Tall Tiger Kid grabbed at his arm, or Skinny Parrot Feathers asked him if he'd really been seeing things in the Arena or just pretending to win. The noise didn't bother him. The lights didn't get to him and his head didn't ache and he didn't just want to get the hell out and away.
Bucky wanted to dance, and he hadn't wanted to dance since before he was Reaped. He wanted to find Steve and tell him dumb jokes. He wanted to see if he could get Peggy to dance and go tell Scott about the idiot kids and how much better he liked Cassie. He was having fun and it was almost a foreign feeling - and different enough from the show of him doing it that the kids with him went a little quiet and started trading whispers and then sending looks at the tables, giggling as they caught on.
Bucky wasn't stupid, even if he was feeling good. He figured it out too. He just didn't care because for once it wasn't something that made him feel like shit. He tried to remember what the hell he ate and find more, but Bucky wasn't sure if he managed to get it, or if the first batch just lasted. He wasn't drunk, didn't actually get stupid enough to do the things he wanted or walk away from his Capitol ducklings or anything. He just got to not hate it for a while, and he was shit enough to take the chance while it offered.
By the end of the night, Bucky had spun a couple of the kids around to dance, and was wearing Parrot's feathers. He'd lost his jacket somewhere and the kids had vanished. He was tired but still thrumming a little and not eager to go to sleep and lose the last of it. He'd seen a few of the others throughout the night, but they'd kept him busy so he hadn't really spoken to anyone save a minute or two in passing. There still weren't many quiet spots to be found but Bucky got as close as he could and leaned up against a wall, just soaking in how he felt while it lasted.