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checkingout2015-03-10 07:49 pm
starspangled) wrote in checkingout2015-03-10 07:49 pm
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Who: Steve and Bucky
Where: First Floor Hallway
When: March 10
What: Bucky doesn't remember what day this is. His best friend does.
[It's been weeks and they're still trapped, no closer to being free than they were that first day. What's worse, those numbers have grown, and now there's new people to get to know, to help or assess. There's a little girl who no one can seem to find. And then there's what Skye uncovered, which he can't quite get off his mind. Overall there's no shortage of things to be concerned about, and Steve is, more than he can put into words. But there's also one thing to be grateful for too.
He's been keeping track of his days here, so Steve knows what day it is - what day it should be. He picks up an extra muffin that morning, searches the hotel until he finds one of those plain white emergency candles. He feels eyes on him the entire time, curious and just a little bit judging. He's gotten used to that feeling, especially once he learned that it doesn't have anything to do with the hotel itself.
Steve sits down in the first floor hallway, back against the wall. The plated muffin is placed beside him, the top decorated with sliced fruit left over from breakfast and that over-sized candle comically inserted in the middle of it. Steve smiles a little, because he knows the curiosity must be killing him by now.
Steve counts to one hundred, just to be a little bit more of a punk.]
You can come out now, or I'm telling this entire hotel just how old you are.
Where: First Floor Hallway
When: March 10
What: Bucky doesn't remember what day this is. His best friend does.
[It's been weeks and they're still trapped, no closer to being free than they were that first day. What's worse, those numbers have grown, and now there's new people to get to know, to help or assess. There's a little girl who no one can seem to find. And then there's what Skye uncovered, which he can't quite get off his mind. Overall there's no shortage of things to be concerned about, and Steve is, more than he can put into words. But there's also one thing to be grateful for too.
He's been keeping track of his days here, so Steve knows what day it is - what day it should be. He picks up an extra muffin that morning, searches the hotel until he finds one of those plain white emergency candles. He feels eyes on him the entire time, curious and just a little bit judging. He's gotten used to that feeling, especially once he learned that it doesn't have anything to do with the hotel itself.
Steve sits down in the first floor hallway, back against the wall. The plated muffin is placed beside him, the top decorated with sliced fruit left over from breakfast and that over-sized candle comically inserted in the middle of it. Steve smiles a little, because he knows the curiosity must be killing him by now.
Steve counts to one hundred, just to be a little bit more of a punk.]
You can come out now, or I'm telling this entire hotel just how old you are.
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[Steve feels like he should be thanking him too. There are things that S.H.I.E.L.D. and all the missions in the world couldn't give him. /bucky's thankful to get these scraps of his old memories back. Steve's just as thankful for the chance to get to make new ones with his best friend.]