[open] out for all that i can get

[howtocarryit]

Who: Sam Wilson and you!
Where: All around. Seriously he's been cooped up.
When: 7/29
Rating: PG-13. Will adjust if necessary.
Summary: Sam is tooling around on his own now that his leg is healed. Expect a cane and sass.
The Story:

His recovery time was slow, but he didn't mind it so much. He played video games with Clint, watched movies with Steve and Natasha and talked to anyone who came close enough. It wasn't horrible. The amount of people stuffed into this house was actually a benefit to a guy stuck in a walking cast. He could walk now though. With the help of a cane, but he could walk. He healed up with ease. He confined himself to his room when he could just to stay out of the way in case things got too crazy. No one needed to worry about the guy who could barely walk on his own. He didn't want to become a liability to them.

If you find Sam he's most likely wandering around the grounds. Inside and outside. He's just trying to get used to walking fully on his leg again. He makes a visit to the kitchen for food and then goes for a jog outside. He's trying to get full mobility back and that's gonna take some work, but he'll push himself if he has to.

Comments

Grounds

[impalementarts]

[Clint's got himself set up near the range, shooting three arrows at a time. Before he pulls them from the target and walks back. Sometimes for fun he flips over or shoots from behind him.

He's kind of oblivious until he spots Sam jogging and offers a wave - right after firing an arrow that hits the dead center of the target.]

[howtocarryit]

[ He almost doesn't see Clint waving. He has to stop and squint to see Clint in the distance. He nods and reaches up to check his pulse. He jogs over to Clint and puts his hands on his hips as he slows. He's breathing heavy, but he feels his heartbeat start to even out.

Sam smiles and nods at the targets up ahead. ] Having fun?

[impalementarts]

Always. [He makes another shot as he speaks, showing off before he shrugs his shoulders and lets his bow arm hang to the side] Rule is, four hours of shooting every day, four hours of exercise.

[likesimpossible]

The Doctor hasn't ever referred to himself as such, but he is a bit of an avid runner. Most of the time, said running is the result of having angered some sort of alien species, but still, he just absolutely loves it.

Most mornings, if he remembers, he goes out for a good long run around the mansion grounds. It's an excellent way to pass the time, and if he needed to wake up (not likely, since he rarely slept), it's a good way to do that too.

The grounds aren't exactly jam-packed at this hour, but sometimes if he's lucky, he'll run into someone else who is either exploring or going for their morning run as well. So when he passes Sam, he slows his pace and nods.

"Really nice morning, don't you think?" He thinks every morning is nice for the most part, a feeling that may or may not be shared by others.

[howtocarryit]

Running alone has always been easiest for Sam. Not that he doesn't love when Steve blurs past him at full speed, but he's used to being on his own. That's not to say he isolates himself or doesn't have people he can lean on because he does. He had a whole group back home, but they didn't bring his support group from the VA to Wonderland. They did however bring a number of good people that Sam would likely trust with his life. Though it's always good to branch out and meet new people. You gotta surround yourself sometimes.

He almost doesn't even hear the Doctor. He's too focused on his ankle. Trying to figure out if he's putting himself through too much. He doesn't need it breaking again.

Sam smiles and nods his head. "It's nice. Kinda seems normal if you let yourself forget your trapped in a pretty messed up version of a children's story." Wonderland was always something you heard about as a kid. Alice. Mad Hatter. All that. It's pretty strange knowing a good chunk of it is real. Then again his friend is a genetically modified super soldier. Whatever.

[likesimpossible]

"I do try and forget about that, yeah," the Doctor says with a nod. He doesn't like to think about the fact that everyone's trapped here, including himself, and neither does he like to think that he's stranded without his ship. With his planet gone, the TARDIS is the only home he has, so it hasn't been easy adjusting.

"If you can manage it, life here isn't nearly as bad as it could be." He believes that, even with everything. Wonderland could be a harder place to live than it is, so he figures he should just be happy with what he's got.

"Are you alright, though?" It's hard to tell, but given the way the other man appears to be almost distracted, he wonders if something's not quite right.

[henrydaniel]

[On any given day, Henry is a hungry pre-teen kid, with one mom sort of watching what he eats and another one who can cook - moderately, but the same stuff -and what he wants is a really good sandwich. And with everything he could possibly think of available to him in the kitchen, he goes to work. He loads up on roast beef, swiss cheese, white bread and mustard, and seriously piles it high. A part of him is maybe a little nervous that Regina will walk in, but he's living life on the edge. When he does hear footsteps he pauses with his knife cutting the too big (not that he thinks so) sandwich in half, tentatively looking up. Not a mom.]

Oh, hey. [He gives a smile before his face goes slack again. No way.]

I think I know you...I mean, I think I've seen you around before.

[He has no idea if Falcon (!!!) knows he's a super hero or in movies and comic books, but as far as Henry is concerned, any story can be real. His life sort of proves it.]

[howtocarryit]

[ When he stumbles upon what looks like a kid in the kitchen he's not that surprised. He heard somewhere down the line that this place had grabbed up some kids as well. He was more than a little worried about them being safe in a place like this, but this place is filled up with adults who had to be at least moderately responsible. Or so he hopes. ]

Hi.

[ He smiles and raises his brows at the sandwich. He looks pretty amused by the size of it and the size of the kid. He nods as he moves closer. ]

Have you? Haven't seen you. That's some sandwich though. You sure you can polish that whole thing off on your own?

[henrydaniel]

[Henry doesn't want to accidentally say something he shouldn't, so later he'll tell his moms all about meeting Sam. He does smile though and looks at his sandwich, then back at Sam.]

Probably, but I don't have to. Do you want half? It's roast beef, plus I make pretty good sandwiches. Not too much meat or cheese. [That was a promise, and he even has a bag of good old fashioned potatoes chips that he pushes toward Sam to.]

Oh, and my name's Henry. I'm new, kind of.

[assembles]

Steve has done everything he could to keep an eye on Sam and see to it that he had everything he needed. Thankfully, with magical closets on hand, that hadn't been too difficult, although he's pretty sure Sam got sick of him fussing over him after a while. The entire process made Steve that much more grateful for his own ability to heal gunshot wounds and broken bones like it's nothing.

When he heads out for a jog early Tuesday morning, the last thing that he expects is to see Sam out there doing his laps. Sam's improved a lot since his arrival, true, but actually seeing him up and moving allows it to really sink in -- that Sam's finally better.

Instead of blazing past Sam like he usually would, Steve falls into a jog next to him, and he doesn't make any effort to keep the grin off his face either. "It's good to see you back where you belong." As tempting as it is to add left in the dust and then speed ahead, Steve refrains. "How're you feeling?"

[howtocarryit]

Having Steve play nursemaid had been amusing for a while, but eventually he got tired of it. Not that he didn't appreciate the concern from his friend, but that much hovering was too much for Sam. He used to lean on Riley. Then he leaned on the support group. Now he's gotta learn to lean on someone other than himself and it's still a very strange transition for him. As great as it was exposing Steve to important cinematic history the checking up on him got a little smothering. Especially since he was living next door to the same guy that kicked him off the helicarrier to begin with. It was a weird situation all around.

He doesn't really expect company out there. He looks a little surprised when he hears Steve's approach. He doesn't sprint past him and that makes Sam smile. "What? Don't feel like sprinting ahead of me six more times?" He chuckles and shakes his head. "Better. Doesn't hurt when I run so I figure that's an improvement for my ankle. Figure I'm good enough to run."

kitchen

[onsilksheets]

Rather than asking the wardrobe to provide her with something to eat, Bela opts to use the kitchen instead and make it from scratch. She wasn't looking to make anything too elaborate, just a quick, easy dish. In the end Bela decides to make a pasta salad, comprised of various ingredients.

After adding the final touches, she hunts around the cupboards to look for some chocolate biscuits that would do for after her healthy meal. Of course, the biscuits would need to be accompanied by a nice cup of tea, which was next on her to do list.

[howtocarryit]

He's dropping off his dirty plate into the sink when he finds Bela in the kitchen. He doesn't really say much until he reaches the sink and turns on the water. "Smells good." She looks preoccupied rummaging around in the cabinets and he doesn't really want to to distract her from whatever mission she's on. Then again he could always help her. He takes a moment to finish cleaning his dish though before turning the water off and turning to face her.

"Need a hand finding something?" Not that he claims to be the expert of the kitchen. He's managed to acquire a lot of his meals from the closet because he was pretty difficult to get from his room all the way to the kitchen in the early stages of his broken ankle.

Kitchen

[killjoyteaboy]

When Sam drops by the kitchen, he'll notice a man dressed like an office worker with an apron over his dress shirt who's commandeered a small stretch of countertop to do something complicated and mechanical with a pressure cooker, a couple of valves and a small welding torch.

He's muttering under his breath, and flipping pages in a small memo book between attacks on the pressure cooker. A lever attachment and a number of gaskets are arranged next to him on the counter.

He glances up, and sets down a gasket next to the line.

"Good afternoon."

[howtocarryit]

It's not the weirdest thing that Sam's ever seen. It's incredibly hard to top half the stuff he's managed to lay eyes on. The whole Manhattan situation was a big deal. That's just putting it lightly as well. Weird kind of doesn't seem like a word anymore after everything he's seen back home. He does however look a little confused when he comes into the kitchen to find Ianto like this. It's interesting. Very interesting.

"Are you cooking or should I be worrying about the safety of the kitchen?" He jokes as he heads to the refrigerator. He glances over his shoulder at Ianto and his pressure cooker. "Do you know what you're doing? I just don't wanna tack on--death by pressure cooker to my resume or anything."

Grounds!

[sorryitasedyou]

[Darcy moves through the grounds, book and leashes in hand attached to two adorable puppies that were in desperate need of a walk. She knew she'd be the one responsible for taking care of Jane's additions, what with how busy Jane tended to be.

Her plan was to get them out and about, still testing out a name for her puppy and subtlety changing the name of Jane's puppy. Things had been going well until they'd noticed someone running, quickly pulling on the leashes until they slip out of her hands. The puppies take off towards the man, Darcy giving an exasperated sigh before taking off after them.]

Mocha! Cocoa! Bad puppies, no!

[howtocarryit]

[ Being chased by dogs is a new one for Sam. Not really dogs though. Still when he hears the barking there is a small part of him that's terrified. He considers picking up the pace to actually get away. Sam does slow down though once he looks over his shoulder and lays eyes on two fluffy dogs that don't look too threatening if you ask him. He finally comes to a stop and bends over to put his hands on his knees.

He takes deep breathes and finally manages to speak as the dogs finally get closer to him. They are pretty cute. ]

Look at you two--being a menace to society already huh?

[ Sam reaches out both hands to actually pet the both of them. ]

Did you lose something?

[ He shouts to the owner in the distance. ]

[mph]

Jogging had been Jewel's idea, before the going got tough and the Young Avengers stopped being her top concern. He never jogged much because, because jogging wasn't much different from him than running. He could run from point A to point B in no time, so what was the point in slowing down?

The point had been to learn a degree of control, to be able to not just run fast, but run slow if he needed to also. It was about challenging his muscles into learning patience.

And so, right now, he's jogging. The Beastie Boys are blasting in his ears and it takes everything in him not to speed through his routine, but that's the point isn't it? Slowing down on purpose. He doesn't even think about who he's passing with a 'on your left' until hes already a few strides ahead, and he runs backwards to make up for it.

"Heeeey it's the Falcon. What happened to your leg?"

[howtocarryit]

Goddamnit.

For a minute he thinks Steve has now taken to getting kids to fuck with him. He's about to turn back around to go find him too. He'll tear that mansion down to get to Steve and tell him to cut it out. Or he'll go find Natasha and she'll most likely help him devise something devious for them to do Steve. Then the kid doubles back though and pretty much stops Sam from actually carrying out this little plan he thought up in his head. Because now he's just confused. So confused. He hasn't been this confused since Steve told him Bucky was from before the whole Winter Soldier incident.

He narrows his eyes at the kid and tries to figure out what the hell is going on. He clears his throat though because he needs to speak. He can't just stand in silence. "I broke my ankle when I got here." No snappy comments. The sarcasm is pretty much kept to a minimum due to how insanely confused by everything he is right now. "Who're you?"

[widows_kiss]

She's been keeping an eye on him as often as she could, since she knew how much she hated to be laid up for any length of time, and hey, she figured at this point they sort of owed each other their lives at least one time over now.

So she lights up with a smile on the morning she spots him out for a run, considering she's been out doing the same. Without SHIELD's training facilities on hand, she's resorted to doing things the old fashioned way at the moment. She catches up to him and falls into pace beside him with a crooked grin, her hair drawn back off her face in a pair of pigtails at the nape of her neck, dressed in simple yoga pants and a tank.

"Well, look at you, all up and mobile again."

[howtocarryit]

"I had to get out of that room. I got tired of Steve hovering. The guy's gotta stop trying to fluff pillows for my leg." As much as he appreciated Steve being so concerned for his well being there came a certain point where enough interaction was just enough. He needed his space and Steve needed his. He was a man with a mission. That mission was getting Sam Wilson mobile and well again. He decided he would help speed the process up just to get himself his room back. Not that he enjoyed being alone with Bucky so close, but privacy became important at some point.

He smiles and nods at her. "Ya know--that get up kinda makes you look less dangerous than you actually are. I'll give you twenty bucks if you choke someone out with the pigtails." Because it would not only be amazing, but it would probably be the hottest thing that Sam's ever seen.

Kitchen

[disassembles]

Bucky is in the kitchen a little later that morning, putting together breakfast the old fashioned way. He's got enough eggs and bacon for three people sizzling away on the stove, and he's humming parts of an old song. If not for the raw, red skin scraped off his knuckles, and the shadows under his eyes, he would seem perfectly normal.

He's not really expecting company, but sometimes one of the ladies will drop in, so when he hears the shuffling sound of someone entering the kitchen, he turns, a half-smile already on his lips.

Well, definitely not a lady.

He never ended up running into Sam Wilson after he first arrived. Steve had spent so much time dodging questions, eventually Bucky had just convinced himself it would be another dead end, and there was no point in harassing some guy who was trying to recover. After he found out why Steve had spent so long dodging questions, he'd thought it was better if he just stayed out of the way. Frankly, though, that was never gonna last forever.

He turns fully, and rubs the back of his neck. What's he even supposed to say in a situation like this? Nice to see you walking around, sorry the future version of me tried to kill you?

"Uh. Hey." Real smooth, Buck.

[howtocarryit]

He's been actively avoiding Bucky ever since he got back on his feet. He's not sure what he's supposed to say to the guy. It's not an easy situation. He can't rightly blame him for things that haven't happened to him yet. Plus he wasn't exactly in control of himself out there even if he was the one that kicked Sam off that helicarrier. He's really not sure how you just sort of gloss over something like this. It's a challenge. Part of him wishes he could just take Steve with him everywhere in case they run into a situation like this. He was great at this stuff.

Sam doesn't move. He's not sure what to do. Does he continue with his mission? Which is food. He can't just ignore Bucky's presence. He sighs heavily though and nods when Bucky greets him. He turns to head towards the fridge, but he stops. The fridge isn't that way. He immediately has to turn the other way. He's not making real progress in staying natural.

Once he's opened the fridge and is looking through it then he feels the urge to speak. "You good?" Which is a loaded question. He's mostly asking how he is this morning, but if you take it another way--it has volumes. Volumes that Sam isn't really sure he knows how to speak yet.

[handing]

Pepper is shuffling around the kitchen when Sam comes in, putting together a breakfast that will hopefully get eaten early but will more likely stay on its tray for a few hours until Tony looks up from his current project and realizes he's going to get lectured if she comes down and finds food remaining. He's spending more and more time down there, and Pepper's worried. The problem is that she's at just as much of a loss now as she had been back home. Even knowing the reason he doesn't sleep so much at night, she still isn't sure what to do about it.

Other than make coffee, any way.

She's just put the urn into place when she realizes someone has walked in. Looking over, Pepper puts on a smile; although she and Sam haven't met she recognizes him from his broadcast. She hasn't approached him before, instead opting to give him time to recover from his arrival. Now that he's out and about, it seems like a good opportunity to finally meet. "Oh, hey there. I haven't had the chance to introduce myself yet." She holds out a hand, hoping that he's the sort who can function even before caffeine, since the coffee still needs a few minutes to brew. "I'm Pepper Potts."

[howtocarryit]

The military taught Sam how to function without coffee. Sometimes you can't get your hands on the caffeine and you gotta soldier on. Though it's definitely appreciated much more when he can get it into his body. Which is pretty much his quest right now. Find coffee and consume. He's not a dick without though. Which is why his hand lifts and a small smile graces his face. She's taking the time out of her morning to talk to him and greet him. The least Sam can do is speak to her like a civilized human being. Despite not having his coffee.

"Sam Wilson." You have to be living under a rock to not know who Pepper Potts is. Her and Tony Stark's name pretty much go hand in hand. He's still attempting to discover a way to get his wings back from Tony. There's a chance he could start picking at her brain about this just like Steve's. "Nice to meet you. Heard a lot of good things about you."