Centennials Are A Nuissance

[reconstitution]

Who: Bucky Barnes & You!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Heron
When: 3/10


[Broadcast;;]

[ The feed opens up with a view of the Heron's cargo bay, set upon a surface and focused on a very plain, yet sizable crate set in the center. Bucky comes into view, absolutely suspicious of the box addressed to him. He circles the crate a few times before kneeling and pulling out a knife so he can shimmy the lid off. It's removed very carefully and set to the side, much like he's diffusing a bomb. It may as well be, he knows what day it is, and this is obviously some weird thing from the Atroma.

He lifts a piece of paper from the top, skims through it quickly and crumples it and tosses the offending thing across the cargo bay. Bucky takes out a package that looks harmless enough- the crate is filled to the brim with very questionably made bottle rockets? Fiddling with it ends in a very harmless but extremely unnecessary explosion of glitter and confetti.

Boy, those sure aren't very nice words are they? Bucky seems to realize that the communicator is broadcasting this catastrophe, so a very glitter and confetti-covered captain stomps over to the device to shut it off. Not long after, a text comes through the network. ]

I don't care who takes the damn things, just get them off my ship. There are 99 more...

[Action;;]

[ Throughout the day, Bucky can probably be found sulking around the Heron, or sitting in the kitchen trying to clean glitter out from between the plates of his arm. His mood would be so much better if there were cake. ]

Comments

private text »

[mucked]

Not to court fate but I count myself rather lucky not to have endured one of these silly little sponsor gifts.

[reconstitution]

[ He catches the look, though sets it aside for the moment. ]

I don't mind this particular company.

[ Which is something he may not have said a few months ago, when he was still trying to figure her out again. ]

private text »

[reconstitution]

With Steve and Natasha around, you don't need the Atroma to screw around with you.

private text »

[mucked]

-- You know, the berk keeps threatening to steal and hide my teabags. At this point, I don't know what's worse: the thought that he'd dare to do so, or that he's so miserably bad at following through on his threats.

[ so yes indeed she has her hands full. ]

Video

[notmutantbutmiracle]

Ahhhhh, a promise then?

[She taps a finger against her chin, playfully pretending to consider if she should be concerned at all.]

You should not make any you cannot keep.

private text »

[reconstitution]

You know what you need to do, right? It is posted to the network and it does embarrass him.

[ WHO'S STRONG AND BRAVE, HERE TO SAVE THE AMERICAN WAY? ]

private text »

[mucked]

[ oh, she catches his drift. ]

Clever, and effective. But I think I stomach that USO mess worse than he does.

[ a rather frank confession on that front. she's only recently tried coming to terms with how much she resents the 'myth' of captain america. ]

[outstandingbalance]

Is that so? Hm. In that case...

[Natasha hops up on one of the kitchen counters, making herself more comfortable. Or at least making it so she doesn't have to look up so far.]

Maybe I'll stick around a little longer.

[takingkarabusiness]

Well, I'll forgive you this time.

Video

[reconstitution]

An easy promise to keep, rest assured. I have friends in high places.

private text »

[reconstitution]

I can understand why.

private text »

[mucked]

I fear my revenge needs must be far less star-spangled. And preferably with less leg showing.

[reconstitution]

I have a deck of cards. There's a few board games with some missing pieces.

[ He's just throwing out suggestions, now. It doesn't matter if she wants to do something or not. This is perfectly fine. ]

[reconstitution]

How about I share that cake with you as an apology.

private text »

[reconstitution]

I'll help you figure something out.

private text »

[mucked]

Are you so certain you should be taking sides, Barnes?

[ -- it's lightly asked. playfully, even. she knows whose side he'll always be on. ]

I ought to be careful. You may yet betray me in favour of one of his schemes instead -- Lord knows he needs the help.

[outstandingbalance]

I'm not bored.

[Which isn't exactly saying no, but seems worth mentioning. She's okay with this, just sort of coexisting. It was nice.]

You know, I missed mine. My birthday. I think I might have been twelve at the time.

[reconstitution]

Then I guess it's only fair we're celebrating together. Don't have anything particularly strong, but there's a bottle of...something in the cabinet by your head.

private text »

[reconstitution]

I know how to play sides just fine.

private text »

[mucked]

I've no doubt you do.

[ text doesn't register it, of course, but she's smiling. ]

[outstandingbalance]

Oh, we're not celebrating my birthday. I got out o it.

[Is that unfair? Probably. But she's not the one turning one hundred. Turns out she can very much sympathize with preferring not to draw attention to it.

That doesn't stop her from getting into the cupboard and pulling out the bottle, though.]

You'll have me at a disadvantage if we start in on this.

private text »

[reconstitution]

Have you thought about putting salt in his coffee?

private text »

[mucked]

Oh, that's good. Simple -- but with a high impact.

Re: [ action ]

[axiomed]

For greater irony, I imagine.

[ Charles scrubs gently but diligently. ]

But I'm sure once the day is over, it'll pass.

[reconstitution]

I can hope, at least. [ He stops his work to look up at Charles. ]

What do you make of this planet?