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(Prompt: 02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops.)
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If Bucky were being honest with himself, the reason he's still awake would be the memories come to gather at the window of his mind in dark, foggy silhouettes against a backdrop of screams. Luckily he's lying to himself and blaming his rumbling stomach -- which is true, but not the real reason for the season.
Sleeping never comes easily for him when not induced behind glass sparkling with cryogenic mist, and tonight is no exception.
So Bucky shuffles off to the kitchen at 2:14 a.m. in pursuit of a midnight snack. The shitty apartment is eerily quiet, no sirens in the distance for once. For a moment it feels too out of place, as if Bucky were looking at the scene from afar--
But then he comes back to himself just as his hip bumps the handle of a pan sitting on the edge of the sink -- of all places, why couldn't the culprit (Bucky) just put it two inches farther into the sink? -- and
CLANG!
Bucky sets his jaw, ready for the inevitable oncoming reaction waiting to burst through the door in a flurry of fifteen-year-old spunk.
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If Bucky were being honest with himself, the reason he's still awake would be the memories come to gather at the window of his mind in dark, foggy silhouettes against a backdrop of screams. Luckily he's lying to himself and blaming his rumbling stomach -- which is true, but not the real reason for the season.
Sleeping never comes easily for him when not induced behind glass sparkling with cryogenic mist, and tonight is no exception.
So Bucky shuffles off to the kitchen at 2:14 a.m. in pursuit of a midnight snack. The shitty apartment is eerily quiet, no sirens in the distance for once. For a moment it feels too out of place, as if Bucky were looking at the scene from afar--
But then he comes back to himself just as his hip bumps the handle of a pan sitting on the edge of the sink -- of all places, why couldn't the culprit (Bucky) just put it two inches farther into the sink? -- and
CLANG!
Bucky sets his jaw, ready for the inevitable oncoming reaction waiting to burst through the door in a flurry of fifteen-year-old spunk.
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11/6/16 00:18 (UTC)She smiles gently.
"That's true. And that's why I'll prove it to them. Anyone who doubts me. I'll make them eat dirt."
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11/6/16 14:26 (UTC)Even if they make him do the things they will inevitably...but he wants to be so much better than that.
"I wanna watch when you kick their ass. Might be able to learn something from ya."
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12/6/16 01:46 (UTC)"I might have to charge you-- at discounted price, of course."
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12/6/16 02:23 (UTC)He knows it's a way to keep his mind on something, and it helps some.
"She's real demanding, this someone of mine."
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12/6/16 02:56 (UTC)"Well this wonderful, beautiful and kick ass young lady must send you of because you keep forgetting things on the list. Not to mention all the crappy bran cereal you insist on getting."
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13/6/16 03:43 (UTC)The thought startles him and he puts the mirror down but with a wide grin.
"Look, I'm getting better with remembering." Or he's just got a very selective memory. "Whatever. Fiber's good for you. Just load it down with brown sugar, that's the secret."
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13/6/16 04:35 (UTC)"You definitely ignore the list. I'm going to staple it to your head one of these days-- that does nothing to enrich it! It's just so artificial!"
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13/6/16 04:45 (UTC)Bucky shakes his head and shrugs. Men, am I right?
"And putting it up with magnets didn't work last time anyway. I just ignore the stuff I don't care about."
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13/6/16 05:07 (UTC)Not all men. Again. Dumb boys.
"I'm going to magnet it to your arm then."
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13/6/16 05:30 (UTC)He sighs again, quickly flips to another channel when news of a bombing in east Sudan pops up in between changing TV stations again.
"Won't do any good. Why do you always ask for weird crap anyway?"
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13/6/16 05:50 (UTC)"It isn't weird crap, either. It's things I like. I'll just have to get a very big magnet."
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13/6/16 16:23 (UTC)He wraps his arm around her. It's nice to have someone on his side, even if even he's not on his own side sometimes.
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14/6/16 00:16 (UTC)"Not if I put all the bad words I know on the list and the magnets too."
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14/6/16 20:59 (UTC)Bucky is nothing if not startled at having someone trust him so closely, first making brownies and now just chilling? Not expecting anything of him, nothing but pure kindness.
"I think you just like embarrassing me."
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15/6/16 00:23 (UTC)"That was because you had stern words with an old man! He's lucky he didn't get his head squashed like that watermelon."
A huff. She doesn't appreciate rudeness and won't stand for it towards her friends.
"I don't like it--" an innocent smile. "I love it."
i read his dialogue in the lucille bluth 'i won't respond to it' way
15/6/16 02:54 (UTC)"He was being unreasonable, and it's not my fault, and I resent the insinuation. Old men need to calm down."
(Says the oldest man.)
FUCK
15/6/16 03:10 (UTC)"Aren't you an old soul yourself? You should be more understanding." Cheeky, cheeky.
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15/6/16 20:12 (UTC)"Doesn't count if I was asleep during most of it," he blinks, still not feeling the drag of sleepy eyes. "I understand that life is too short for his kind of disrespect. Hmph."
He sits back up, arm secure around her.
"Got anymore of those brownies?"
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16/6/16 00:13 (UTC)She hums.
"Yeah, but I'm too comfortable to be an agreeable host. And besides, we're already roomies."
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16/6/16 15:39 (UTC)He laughs, a little bitterly.
"Much easier said than done, especially for a squirt like you. Yeah, roomies. What an honor." He grins.
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17/6/16 00:12 (UTC)"That's why I'm going to make you regret in your bones how miserable you're stuck on being."
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18/6/16 04:57 (UTC)Bucky stands suddenly, bringing her to plop onto his shoulders, as if she were a two-year-old.
"You're gonna make me regret it by making the greatest brownies ever? Ooh. Super effective. Not."
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18/6/16 05:14 (UTC)"The most miserable. But you won't stay that way for long, not with Rahzel-sama on the case. You'll be dust before that happens."
A harrumph.
"Obviously that and an asskicking or five."
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20/6/16 04:24 (UTC)He laughs, then walks them into the kitchen.
"We have another box, right? Why don't you let Bucky try to make the brownies this time, Rahzel-sama?"
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20/6/16 05:03 (UTC)"Just because I don't want you miserable doesn't mean I want you miserably cheerful."
Which doesn't make sense but shut up, it's early. Late. Whatever. Rahzel screws up that button nose of hers, hums.
"We do....and I trust you. Have you ever baked before?"
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