| open | A cold wind was blowing from the north

[readytocomply]

Who: Bucky and anyone
Where: Ski resort and mansion
When: The event and the day after
Rating: Event death
Summary: All things snowy and cold
The Story:

one: there's no such thing as too much snow

[Bucky doesn't like the cold. It's something he adjusts to, when he has to, but he's not a fan. So he stays inside for the first part of the event, rummaging through the kitchen to make his own version of hot cocoa. Cinnamon to spice it up. He'll make a couple mugs and take them with him as he curls up with Sugar by the fire. After that, he'll find his way outside, looking around to see what everyone is doing with their surprise vacation.

He can be pulled into a snowball fight or help someone who wants to ski or snowboard (though he won't actually do that himself) or can be persuaded to head inside for cards or something similar.]

two: there's too much snow

[It was the day after the event that Bucky woke up again or came back to life. He was huddled up against the wall, legs drawn up under his knees, staring at nothing. He'd died yesterday. There was a girl in the snow, lost, and he'd been out making sure nobody was hurt or caught in the storm. Steve was rubbing off on him. It hadn't been smart to go out, but he was strong and figured that if he could help people, he should.

She'd been hurt and as unpredictable as snow could be, they'd toppled over a steep incline and he'd twisted to take the brunt of it. He could tell he was injured, more than the serum could keep up with, something even it couldn't heal. Bucky had managed to get her closer to the inn before everything had gone black.

But that was yesterday and today he was trying to figure out why he wasn't relieved that he was magically alive. He didn't want to be dead, but he didn't feel good about the whole thing. Bucky lifts his head when he hears someone approaching. He's visibly upset but doesn't say anything at first.]

three: wildcard

[Bucky is available for any of the event shenanigans. If either of the options above (one is during event and one is post) don’t fit with your character, feel free to pick something. I’m super flexible and would love to get Bucky out and about. I can be messaged through my journal or through barebone.]

Comments

[agentxthirteen]

[ She snorts. It's an unladylike, even undignified sound, and she quickly turns it into a soft huff. ] Yeah. That's the strange part.

[ She hugs her knees to her chest. When she speaks again, it's cautious, halting. ] I wouldn't say I'm sharp. I didn't notice Hydra had infiltrated SHIELD until it was too late. I had no idea. I like to think I'm better now, but... [ She shrugs. She still feels like she misses things. Misses far too much. ] There's no way someone who didn't notice something that big can catch everything, you know?

[ She lets her head roll along the wall so she can look at him. Before he has time to pity her - because she doesn't want pity, she just wants to do better, to be better - she speaks again. ] I'm sorry there isn't someone here to talk to who knows what they're doing. There's probably a bunch of things to say that would help. All I can do is tell you that it does suck. [ She can't imagine it's going to help much. It's not going to undo his death, it's not going to take away the memory.

She peters out. Comforting people isn't in her skillset. She can name scores of people who are better suited to it than she is.

She can't just... not try, though. This is Bucky. She has to try. ]

Would some pie help?

[readytocomply]

[Bucky figures that's a point they'll have to agree to disagree on. He thinks she's sharp, quick to pick things up, even if she feels as if she missed too much.]

Yeah? And that's what Hydra's good at. Infiltrating organizations without anybody realizing it. You weren't the only person who didn't know. [It went all throughout Shield. Pierce fooled a lot of people, so did Rumlow and the others.] Don't be hard on yourself.

[Honestly, Bucky wouldn't want to talk to a professional. Doctors and hospitals bother him and he can't open up that easily to someone he doesn't trust. It's easier with Sharon, because he knows she isn't Hydra. She won't tell anyone what they talk about either.]

This is fine.

[He nudges her arm with his own, perking up.]

Yeah, I could eat. [Always.] I like pie.

[agentxthirteen]

[ She pushes herself up and turns to offer him a hand up. ]

Pie it is, then.

I usually go to the diner, but if you know a better place to get some...