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Who: Winter & You
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Iskaulit
When: 3/20

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How does everyone deal with loss? How much of an impact is it meant to have?

Similar. Unrelated. Is anyone familiar with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder? I would like to know more.

[ Action >> Iskaulit ]

[ If you happen to be on the Iskaulit at any time in the wee hours of the morning, between two and six, you may run into Winter utilizing the gym. There aren't really posted hours, and that's usually when no one else is around.

The poor sandbags that he helped Jim hang all those months ago are getting a beating. Winter's focus is zeroed in on the same worn spot, but apparently something gives. Winter reels his left arm back, a high metallic whine the only warning before he lands a blow. It's enough force that not only does it knock the sandbag from its hook, but it goes flying across the room like it's nothing.

Emotional? Who's emotional? Nobody here. Mind your business! ]

[ Action >> Heron ]

[ Winter may have been restless before, but without Jim, this is something new entirely. Crew have been coming and going regularly over the past few months, but this is different. The Atroma decided that he should be captain? Over someone who would probably be more capable at it. He sees what you did there. You just couldn't pass up the chance to not have to change names in the roster, huh?

He's trying to wrap his head around it. Sure, he led teams on missions as the Winter Soldier, but that was different. He wasn't really calling the shots. Being Captain is new and scary and leaves room for so much to go wrong.

If anyone wants to bother him, or happens to be visiting, he is more than likely roaming the halls trying to burn off the nervous energy. He's comfortable with the ship, but now he wants to know it inside and out. ~~As if he hadn't already done that.~~ Honestly, he is distraught without Jim and doesn't know how to handle it. It's not as if he can talk to Natasha about it, either. Or Steve.

The message is more than clear- don't get attached. ]

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Why did it try to kill you?

[ Honestly, this sounds like some made-up story. ]

[He grows a bit more somber. Thoughtful.]

They used t'be normal people. They got turned into monsters...

Maybe they were just... really upset about what people did to them. [He shakes his head.] They tried to kill my mom; I had to throw 'em down. But I did that a lot before I got kidnapped, too.

People turn into monsters often?

[ Possibly the only difference between their world is that most of the monsters are just human; maybe something only a little stronger. ]

..You do what you need to.

[He thinks back on his own short memory — of the terrible things he's seen. Of manticores and poisonous little creatures, and of the aliens back home that often seemed too human. And not because they were kind. Not at all - the anger and cruelty, it reminded Takeshi of what home used to be.]

Just in the Tranquility.

At home... sometimes it was bad monsters in people clothes... With people masks.

What is the Tranquility? [ This place sounds like a nightmare, kid. What the hell? ]

It was a big ship -- big, like the Marsiva! But me and the others, we all stayed in it. Not in little ships. And the halls were all confusing and sometimes they'd change... I dunno what happened there a lot, but people talked about... about experiments on people. Makin' them monsters, before we got there.

And I dunno why, but there was a man who thought he was the... god.

He wanted the ship all to himself, I think.

He thought we was weak and he didn't like us. I tried to beat him up, but... I broked my leg.

[He touches a hand to said leg, wrinkling his nose.]

That doesn't sound like a good place for you to be.

[ There are quite a few questions Winter wants to address, but at the same time, he has a feeling that they're best left unanswered. ]

Were you there for long?

[He nods.]

Oh, yeah! A real, real long time. [... Well, a year and a half on the ship itself. But to be fair, that's... a lot of his life! Two years out of seven spent in that universe. It's all been such a wild trip.] It was bad, but it was also good. I met a lot of real good people, and... and I learned how to be even stronger! I fought monsters and I made a family, and even if... if I'm sad sometimes when I think about them being... not here...

I think -- I think 'Takeshi, you really did a good job!'

And I know they'd... think so, too!

[ It sounds like no matter who he talks to, people who have been stuck other places have been there for extended visits. It feels a bit like living out a sentence, but there seems to be an even enough exchange of good and bad. If Winter is being honest with himself, he's not particularly eager to be someplace else. ]

You did it all on your own. [ There is a long pause before he speaks up again. ] Do you feel like a better person having been there?

[He smiles, shaking his head.]

Nobody can do everything on their own, mister! S'why you need your team with you.

[Even if they go away so often. Even if it hurts...]

I dunno, though. I think I'm better... People made me feel like a better person.

Do you feel like that?

I feel like that, too.

[ Hell, the people here made him into the person that he is-- or at least the one he's becoming. ]

[He smiles, making a fist and holding up confidently.]

Alright! M'proud of you, sir...!

Fist-bump!

[Come on, Winter, don't leave him hanging! He's short but just lean in okay.]

[ Oh, he knows what this is. He forms a fist with his left hand, holding it down toward Takeshi so they can bump it. ]

[BAM, FIST BUMP!

He beams up at him, looking entirely content with this display of bromanship..]

I'm Takeshi! I'm from Japan.

I'm Winter. From America.

Winter, you're really cool!

[The boy steps back to let him fix that poor punching bag back to rights.]

How come your name's winter? Isn't that when it snows and it's cold outside?

It is.. That's just what people call me.

[ He doesn't really feel inclined to explain why right now. ]

Oh! Umm... As long as you're okay with the sound! Do you like your name?

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It was the first thing I had to myself.

[ Mostly, he's reluctant to let it go for that reason alone. It's what makes him something in between Bucky Barnes and the Winter Soldier. ]

Oh... I guess I understand.

[He seems to be considering that very intently, at any rate.]

I never got to pick my name... But I guess I still like it, even if my mom gave me it...

I didn't choose it. Someone else did. [ ... ] Your mother must have liked it very much.

Y-yeah... I guess she did.

[He moves to sit down on the edge of a work-out bench, looking down at his feet.

A thoughtful silence washes over him for a moment, and he furrows his brow.]

Maybe that was when she still liked me...

Before things got real bad and she didn't care anymore.

[ Winter keeps his distance, though he sinks onto the opposite end of the bench. A kid shouldn't be wearing that face. ]

She stopped caring? [ What the fuck kind of parent-- ]

[He glances shyly at Winter, nodding and flustering a bit. Even though he's gotten used to what happened, it still makes him a bit anxious — a bit sad. Because he did love his mom, at some point. He really did! And he wanted so badly for her to love him back. She used to, at some point. She really used to. Takeshi wishes he knew where he went wrong... where he messed up and made his mother so empty towards him.

He nods, looking back down. Kicking his feet slowly where they hung.]

Mmhmmm. After my real dad died. She got bad. She didn't want to do anything, and she got a boyfriend who didn't like me — and then she'd just sleep and smoked the bad stuff. [He mimics a cigarette clumsily.] And she sleeped a lot, all the time when it was sunny outside.

She stopped talking to me so I'd... go play outside... I had action figures... So it wasn't very bad.

[ One thing he's learned here is that just because you accept what happened to you doesn't make it right. It's never about what you did wrong, because you were the victim of it. It doesn't make it feel any better, because maybe if you did something different, it wouldn't have happened.

That's not how any of it works, though.

What does he even say to that? All that on this kid's shoulders is overwhelming. ]

I'm sorry. Things can be better here. Make you forget about home for a while.

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action. cw for talk of child neglect/abuse JUST. IN. CAAASE....

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