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reconstitution) wrote in
driftfleet2017-03-11 11:18 pm
Centennials Are A Nuissance
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. ]
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. ]

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[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.
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[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.
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[ He shrugs, tilting his head slightly as he watches her. ]
It's entirely likely, though I doubt it's very potent. It's a bit like drinking water.
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Well, it's the thought that counts. And if you don't have friends to drink with you on your birthday, what do you even have them for?
[She will take a drink, game enouh.]
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Well, I have to keep some of them anyway, don't I?
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You seem to have quite a few of them at this point. Some of them pretty loyal.
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[ He takes a generous drink before passing it back. Doesn't do a damn thing for him, maybe she'll have better luck. ]
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Figuratively speaking.
She takes the bottle back for another drink before she responds.]
Seems to be your type. [That being the case, Natasha could almost wonder why she'd be here.] It's sweet. You deserve it.
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[ He makes it a point to look at her when he says it. She's included in that. How could she not be when they're both made of the same darker pieces that the others aren't? She understands him a little better than most- if only because of their background. ]
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I think it's the right word.
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Didn't mean it like that. Just sayin' it goes both ways.
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I appreciate it.
[She thinks about saying that she's still not entirely used to that. She's never been a woman people trusted, not if they really knew her. And without trust, there was only so close she could get to people.
Part of what made Steve special.
She thinks about it, but she's not that drunk, and it's not about her anyway.]
I could do a lot worse.
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[ He leaves that open for where exactly he's picking at. Whether it's a jab at the Fleet or even a jab at SHIELD. ]
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Careful. If you keep talking like that, I'll start thinking you actually like me.
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[ They're still just figuring each other out. He hasn't had the luxury of time like Steve has in getting to know Natasha. ]
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Though a lot of the ones who could are too nice for that sort of thing. [Kara. Natasha is thinking of Kara when she says that.]
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You just have to find common ground with those ones. Dessert works pretty nice.
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[Even more amused by the thought of the Winter Soldier taking nice, young blonde girls out for ice cream and cake.]
Plus you get dessert out of it.
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[ They can both eat an unnatural amount of dessert without the other judging and he doesn't have to carry a conversation. ]
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[Kara is not, in fact, really a kid. But she seems very young to Natasha sometimes.
Natasha reaches for the bottle again.]
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