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Tweak says, "either way you are smucked"

Not Hawkeye 2, Just Hawkeye (justhawkeye) wrote in timerift_log,
@ 2022-03-14 12:28:00

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mcu: james barnes, ₴ inactive: kate bishop

Who: Kate Bishop & Bucky Barnes
What: Target Practice
When: Late night
Where: Random nearby forest
Warning: None, other than they're probably somewhere they shouldn't be

It's astounding, time is fleeting
Madness takes its toll
But listen closely, not for very much longer
I've got to keep control

Another day, another aimless wander through town. At first, the idea of an alternate universe and the possibility of being brought here for a reason had fueled Kate through meeting her flatmate in person, her first exploration of the town, and first cup of coffee in a new place (which turned out to be surprisingly good. Mental note #37: Definitely come back to HobKnob to ask for a job). She knew there was a team looking into the reason and how people were pulled here, but the PI side of her couldn’t help but try and follow up on a few things as well.

Good bunch of luck that did. She had tried to go back to the spot she had been discovered, but that was quarantined and “classified”. Everyone else (weirdly? Surprisingly? Obviously?) seemed content to be here, starting their own lives in a new world, a new time. No one seemed to think too much about the how or why; not that Kate blamed them. It was easier to accept and adapt and it seemed from the few people she had talked to through their network, they’d had their own fair share of weirdness in their lives back home. Why not just kick back and treat this like a mini vacation? A mini vacation to a very wet, dreary place that seemed to be twice the size of Manhattan.

Which begged the question, why couldn't Kate do the same?

As each day wore on, Kate began to question if it wasn’t so much destiny as happenstance that she was there. Surrounded by wizards and witches of this time and other heroes that she knew, but didn’t know her, it was starting to bring her spirits down without an outlet of snark and inside jokes with those she’d usually banter with. Part of her wondered if she did get another cell phone if she could reach a version of Clint or America, Billy or Teddy, but then reason would take over and she didn’t want to chance it. She wasn’t completely comfortable with the logic/science/magic of time travel, but she wasn’t going to be the one to possibly cause the end of the world. Besides, she was hearing rumors that this supposed “rift” that brought everyone here could be a reaction to time tampering.

Rather than examine the whirlwind of emotions swirling through her, Kate had decided food was the ultimate answer and had set out to explore the other fine cuisine Cardiff had to offer.

So here she was, coming back from a late night trip with some pizza, a closed box in her hand and a piece dangling from her mouth. She was pulling out all sorts of things from her pockets, not finding the key to get her inside the building. As she dumped napkins, tissues, discarded papers and lint on top of her pizza box, she began to wonder 1) if she should have picked up some ice cream for later and 2) why it was taking so long to find one key.

Mental note #43, look for a keychain the next time in town.

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russki
2022-03-16 04:11 am UTC (link)

His brow had raised at her mentioning rock climbing, sure, that was exactly what he meant, no reason to think it was anything else. Still, if her world was anything like theirs, it wasn't really about trading in the end of the world for a little room and a vacation - it was, like everything else, waiting for the timer to start ticking over again until someone figured out exactly how much time they had left between that moment and the next end of the world, if he were more superstitious, he'd say something like they came in threes, like deaths and other unwelcome omens. There he'd argue that the street tacos in New York were better - just on general principle, but that wasn't part of the conversation.

"I've never understood that," he said plainly, taking what looked to be the smallest slice he could manage, "I can remember my sister being like that but it was a lot of saving the food for everybody else," he shrugged, "but if it's a oh no, I'll put on weight thing it's kinda," he shrugged, taking a bite of the crust first, "you're going to work it off, given the lifestyle choices, so it doesn't make much sense to restrict that kinda thing if it's what your body's saying it wants," giving a little shrug, eating the thing backwards, "but then my diet's been shit for the past 90 years give or take, so probably not anything to take seriously."

The fact that Kate seemed to be studying him was not something that he'd missed and while not surprising, it still prickled the back of his neck. She knew some things about a different version of him - and who knew what all that meant and if there were any real similarities, but that wasn't for him to ask about - he didn't want to know, frankly. But at the mention of target practice, he shifted, looking down at her shaking his head, "I mean for you, maybe," taking another bite while considering it. It wasn't a brag or anything but it wasn't like he needed the practice in hitting things - group formations, sure, maybe team building, but hitting marks? Not something he needed to worry about in this or probably any other lifetime. "But there's a soda pop machine about three blocks after you get out - and this is," he made a face at the slice of pizza before taking another bite, "it needs a Coke or somethin'."

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