Luke Henry is cursed to live for (aneternity) wrote in rooms, @ 2015-08-17 16:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | !marvel comics, *log, bucky barnes, luke henry |
quicklog, marvel (nyc): luke h & bucky b
Who: Luke & Bucky
What: Bucky follows people. Luke notices.
Where: NYC. The streets.
When: Current to when finished.
Warnings/Rating: Small bit of violence so far.
It was late afternoon.
Dusk was still a couple hours off, but the day was winding down. Luke's day, however, had just begun. He was working a twelve hour shift, 6 to 6, and those were the toughest; he hated being away from home at night. He texted a lot, though, called to check in, and the tracking device in Wren's ring was a steady reassurance that she was where she was supposed to be. Little things—well, maybe they weren't all so little—but they helped. He was on his own tonight, which he didn't mind. He worked his usual beat, cruising the streets and listening to the police band in case something came his way. It crackled with static and voices but, for the most part, it was a slow start. He got himself a coffee. He called Wren, talked to Gus, listened to Lia babble. He stopped for a couple of teenagers who needed directions, pulled over a speeder, and kept on going.
After a while, he ended up at a coffee shop for a robbery call that ended up being an argument between the store owner and a disgruntled employee. Luke sorted it out, a little wearily, and he was on his way out when something—hit him. Not literally, it wasn't a physical thing, but more of a feeling. A sense. Something familiar, and he had to stop to figure out what it was.
A scent. Something he'd experienced before.
It was hard to sort through them, sometimes, since it was a big city and there were a lot of people. But the pulse had given him a mutation that amped up his senses to an almost superhuman level, given him abilities he'd only dreamed of, and with a little practice he could separate a scent or sound he'd smelled or heard on multiple occasions from one foreign and new. Head cocked to the side, Luke focused on the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street.
There. Someone, a near blur, disappearing into an alley.
And suddenly, the building was familiar too. Scents. Sights. A suspicious figure he couldn't quite make out. Not just here, but elsewhere.
Hm.
Curiosity won out. Luke made sure his gun was secure and in easy reach on his hip, and he crossed the street. The closer, the better.