(no subject)

[typicalsoldier.livejournal.com]

[Staring into the camp fire, thinking.]

Comments

[backin_theworld]

[Steve pulls up a spot next to him. He's noticed his best friends been a little more quiet than usual. He stares into the flames, then turns his head.]

You okay?

[typicalsoldier.livejournal.com]

[He's still staring, jaw set.] Fine, thanks to you.

[backin_theworld]

Come on, Bucky. You know you don't have to thank me.

[liwyatann.livejournal.com]

[Quiet sounds in the brush presage someone's approach from behind, drawn like a moth.]

[typicalsoldier.livejournal.com]

[He can hear it. A trained soldier like him, but so long as he isn't attacking, then the person behind him doesn't have to worry about a bullet to the head. Doesn't mean Bucky's hand isn't on his gun right now though.]

[liwyatann.livejournal.com]

[A girl. A young woman with blue eyes that shine as bright as the fire and odd tattoos around her right eye.]

Am I interruuupting?

[Her voice is strange, though, carrying the mere suggestion of whalesong and tsunamis.]

[pacifistninja.livejournal.com]

*She's silent moving around the camp, but nearing him she purposely makes sound, last thing she wants is a gun aimed in her direction for bringing him something to drink.*

Problem? *She holds out the thermos of coffee for him, sorry not spiked.*

[typicalsoldier.livejournal.com]

[His eyes shift when he hears her. Bucky turns slightly and accepts the mug. He's not surprised by the amount of people that have asked him that. Being tortured by Schmidt and all. His jaw flexes and his fingers wrap tightly around the thermos. Part of it was for the heat. His eyes flicker back to the fire. He shakes his head once, sharply, to the side.]

Thanks for the coffee. [He still had manners.]

[pacifistninja.livejournal.com]

*She didn't mean any harm by it, she just didn't want him lost in his own thoughts.*

No problem, mind if I join you, bit cold out tonight. I... Just meant by the fire.

this got longer than I intended, sry.

[last-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

[The distant sounds of plane engines are getting distinctly... less distant. Within moments, the planes come into view overhead, from a few miles away. Three of the Luftwaffe in pursuit of a single plane. The pilot of the fleeing plane doesn't seem to care that he's outmanned and outgunned, since he's dodging their fire with impeccable deftness. A particularly suicidal-looking maneuver brings the plane back and around to return fire.
The dogfight goes on for several minutes, and by the end of it, the three German planes are going down. But as the fourth plane continues on, it begins to trail smoke. Getting closer now, the sounds of the engine sputtering out. Evidently, the pilot spots the campfire, because her veers the plane away from it, just in time for him to parachute out. The plane makes its final landing in a nearby lake, while the pilot disappears into the trees, barely a mile from the camp.]

[dirtyenough4u.livejournal.com]

[She's silent as she comes up beside him to take a seat, eyes flicking to the fire before she studies his face for a long moment. Even after knowing what Steve has gone through she still can't imagine what it must be like. It's why she couldn't fault him for making the escape, for trying to just get away.

But Fury wanted tabs kept on the soldier, and he sent Natasha after him. She'd stayed back as long as she could, but the idea of spending the night away from a fire was too Spartan even for her. She'd had enough of the cold growing up.]

oh you~ I may have squeed.

[typicalsoldier.livejournal.com]

[He tenses and then looks up at her. He should have known Fury would send his dogs after him. His look was hard; there was no reason to say anything. Bucky was not going back. Not right now. Just... he couldn't deal with this, yet.]

aww i like that kind of reaction ;)

[dirtyenough4u.livejournal.com]

[She moved to slip her backpack off her slender shoulders, bringing it around between her feet before she pulled out a silver flask. With a slight smirk she held it out to him. A peace offering of sorts, but she still wasn't expecting him to suddenly open up and bond. It wasn't what she was here for.]

[backin_theworld]

[Steve pulls up a spot next to him. He's noticed his best friends been a little more quiet than usual. He stares into the flames, then turns his head.]

You okay?

[typicalsoldier.livejournal.com]

[He's still staring, jaw set.] Fine, thanks to you.

[backin_theworld]

Come on, Bucky. You know you don't have to thank me.

[liwyatann.livejournal.com]

[Quiet sounds in the brush presage someone's approach from behind, drawn like a moth.]

[typicalsoldier.livejournal.com]

[He can hear it. A trained soldier like him, but so long as he isn't attacking, then the person behind him doesn't have to worry about a bullet to the head. Doesn't mean Bucky's hand isn't on his gun right now though.]

[liwyatann.livejournal.com]

[A girl. A young woman with blue eyes that shine as bright as the fire and odd tattoos around her right eye.]

Am I interruuupting?

[Her voice is strange, though, carrying the mere suggestion of whalesong and tsunamis.]

[pacifistninja.livejournal.com]

*She's silent moving around the camp, but nearing him she purposely makes sound, last thing she wants is a gun aimed in her direction for bringing him something to drink.*

Problem? *She holds out the thermos of coffee for him, sorry not spiked.*

[typicalsoldier.livejournal.com]

[His eyes shift when he hears her. Bucky turns slightly and accepts the mug. He's not surprised by the amount of people that have asked him that. Being tortured by Schmidt and all. His jaw flexes and his fingers wrap tightly around the thermos. Part of it was for the heat. His eyes flicker back to the fire. He shakes his head once, sharply, to the side.]

Thanks for the coffee. [He still had manners.]

[pacifistninja.livejournal.com]

*She didn't mean any harm by it, she just didn't want him lost in his own thoughts.*

No problem, mind if I join you, bit cold out tonight. I... Just meant by the fire.

this got longer than I intended, sry.

[last-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

[The distant sounds of plane engines are getting distinctly... less distant. Within moments, the planes come into view overhead, from a few miles away. Three of the Luftwaffe in pursuit of a single plane. The pilot of the fleeing plane doesn't seem to care that he's outmanned and outgunned, since he's dodging their fire with impeccable deftness. A particularly suicidal-looking maneuver brings the plane back and around to return fire.
The dogfight goes on for several minutes, and by the end of it, the three German planes are going down. But as the fourth plane continues on, it begins to trail smoke. Getting closer now, the sounds of the engine sputtering out. Evidently, the pilot spots the campfire, because her veers the plane away from it, just in time for him to parachute out. The plane makes its final landing in a nearby lake, while the pilot disappears into the trees, barely a mile from the camp.]

[dirtyenough4u.livejournal.com]

[She's silent as she comes up beside him to take a seat, eyes flicking to the fire before she studies his face for a long moment. Even after knowing what Steve has gone through she still can't imagine what it must be like. It's why she couldn't fault him for making the escape, for trying to just get away.

But Fury wanted tabs kept on the soldier, and he sent Natasha after him. She'd stayed back as long as she could, but the idea of spending the night away from a fire was too Spartan even for her. She'd had enough of the cold growing up.]

oh you~ I may have squeed.

[typicalsoldier.livejournal.com]

[He tenses and then looks up at her. He should have known Fury would send his dogs after him. His look was hard; there was no reason to say anything. Bucky was not going back. Not right now. Just... he couldn't deal with this, yet.]