James Barnes (robotarm) wrote in jurassiccitylog, @ 2015-08-07 03:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | bucky barnes / winter soldier (mcu), daisy johnson / quake (mcu) |
Who: Bucky Barnes (MCU), Skye (MCU)
What: Skye had a bad day, she meets a helpful hobo.
Where: Somewhere?
When: Thursday night.
Ratings/Warnings: TBD, probably low, possible warnings for general MCU spoilers/canon stuff
Status: In Progress
Three days. Bucky knew how long it had been, he'd checked the times on the phone they gave him, and on others he'd slipped out of and into people's pockets, on devices and clocks scattered around, and he'd counted the sunsets. He hadn't lost time. He'd been here three days. He didn't know where the hell here was, but it had still been three days.
Here had no solid definition. Even when he'd hidden and observed, no one had given it a name beyond the basic one that sounded stupid and fake. It was big and contained multiple buildings, most of them civilian-based. There were weapons and people capable of weaponizing, and defenses on the borders. He didn't know how he got here, and at first Bucky had been wary of that. But he'd watched and read and listened. No one seemed to know. He was ignorant, but he wasn't alone in his ignorance; he wasn't the only one denied information. It made it easier to bear. He hated it, but it wasn't a failing of his own brain and memory. It was a shared lack of knowing anything.
Outside the bordered area was nebulous, undocumented and unverified, filled with unknown plantlife and animal life. (Dinosaurs. Long-long necks and sharp teeth and leathery wings. Bucky ITCHED to see them closer, but the city at his back felt like more of a threat than the teeth in front of his face would be, so he just climbed to the top of the buildings and looked out through a pair of stolen binoculars, or out the viewing ports already set up, if there was no one else to see him. It felt like something he should be looking at with someone else, and laughing at, but it was just him. Still. Giant lizards with teeth. It was something to see.)
Inside the city were people. Some were threats, but not to him. He had no recognition of most of their faces, but that wasn't new. There were very few faces that meant anything to him outside of names and basic threat assessment backgrounds. He just didn't think he was actually supposed to recognize most of these, either. They were like him. Out of place, brought without knowledge or desire to be here. From other worlds, they said, which should be unbelievable, but he was 90 years old with a metal arm and a head full of holes, so nothing was that unbelievable except how much coffee cost.
There were people who lived here longer, and they might know more. They were too careful and too silent and Bucky didn't trust them, but they traveled in groups. He didn't know if picking one off and extracting information would have gotten him much anyway, and it would be a risk. So he just watched. There was food to be found and empty apartments in tall towers with baths and sinks. Clothes were low priority. The ones he'd had on he'd only just acquired before he came here, anyway.
The phone they'd given him was obviously trackable, so he refrained from turning it on mostly, and changed locations right after he had. There were more people coming, in larger drops, he'd noted when he last looked though. Some of them were arguing already. Bucky didn't see the point of fighting over the internet much. You couldn't punch anyone in the face when they said anything, if they needed it.
He'd switched it back off and taken the battery back out, then dropped down from the spot on the roof over the ice cream shop he'd been sitting on, slipping around a corner and through the unnaturally clean streets. They'd mentioned an incident before. Bucky wondered if there was any chance of finding blood somewhere. It never got all the way cleaned up from streets if there was enough of it. Hell, maybe you could find some dino teeth stuck in something, if you looked hard enough.
He looked up as he saw a girl barreling toward him. She wasn't looking at him. Young, but adult, head down, phone clutched in her hand, expression upset. And about four steps from colliding with one of the columns supporting the roof's overhang.
Bucky almost just let her rather than call attention to himself. But she seemed lost in her head and angry at whatever she saw there, and that tugged at something he didn't recognize, but still felt familiar. At the last second he reached out, carefully right handed, and awkwardly but extremely quickly nudged her one step to the side and out of a facefirst collision course, hand dropping just as quickly and taking a step back out of reach, half hoping she wouldn't notice.