snowblindrpg | [log] How many roads must a man walk down? [closed]

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[log] How many roads must a man walk down? [closed]

Characters: Bucky Barnes and Peter Quill
Location: Underground Tunnels
Date: Day to night 278
Summary: Bucky and Peter heading in the same direction, awkwardness probably ensues
Warnings: None, will label accordingly if they happen

[Peter figured the best thing he could do was to get to the unexplored parts of town and work on finding a way out of here. Extra-determined, he decided to pull an all-nighter and travel through the tunnels to get there as fast as possible.

What was kinda surprising was he wasn't expecting to have company, much less Bucky, but hey, company was a good thing.

Peter was mostly quiet for awhile, though, but soon he felt like talking. He wasn't sure if Bucky was up for it, or if would tell him to shut up. After what had just happened, Peter wouldn't be surprised if Bucky did tell him to shut up.

So instead, he started humming and singing dramatically under his breath. (Because that was less annoying right?)]

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a maaaaa-aaaaaan
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the saaaaaa-aa-and

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[Bucky didn't exactly intend to follow Peter, he's not much of a one for travelling companions, but somehow they've ended up going the same way. He's trying not to immediately break off when he finds himself in these positions, he's never going to become better if he doesn't push himself.

He told John not to isolate himself, how damaging that was to living, and he keeps doing it to himself. For good reason, but still-- so he's here, and now he's listening to whatever the hell this is. He endures it for about fifteen minutes, before glaring over at him.]

Are you capable of being quiet?

Yes.

[Well, he answered the question. He is capable of being quiet.

Onto the next song!]

I'm not in luv-huhveeee...
So don't forget it!
It's just a silly phase I'm going thro-oooooough--

[Bucky treats Peter to the fiercest glare that he has in his repertoire of glares.]

Then maybe you should be quiet. Now.

Maybe.

[Terrifying! Peter balks for all of two seconds before he whispers...and sings.]

And just be-cau-hhhauuuse
I call you up--
Don't get me wrong, don't think you've gooooooot it made!
I'm not in luh-huuuuve, no no...

[He stops short all of a sudden so that he can look at Peter properly.]

We don't know what might be in these tunnels with us, do you want to give away our location or stop us being able to hear them approach?

[That shuts him up, stopping alongside him. He raises his hands as a gesture of surrender.]

You really think there might be something in these tunnels? Besides people?

Man, I wish I had my quad blasters right about now.

[At least that seems to have gained him a respite from the singing.]

I don't know, but it's possible. I've seen anomalies inside buildings before, it's stupid to assume they can't get in the tunnels.

[For now.]

You have? Well, that's horrifying.

[He rubs his chin, his eyes wide.]

What if there's other things down here that we don't even know about yet? Like walls that close in on you like in Star Wars? Or like a giant rolling ball that comes after you if you hit a booby trap like in Indiana Jones? Or like darts that shoot out of the wall!?

[Should he admit that he doesn't know what either of those things are? Maybe not, he has the feeling Peter is the sort of person to explain to him, in detail, whether he wants to know or not.]

All the more reason to be careful.

[A pause.]

And quiet.

[As terrifying as this was, the idea that he'd get to pretend to be Indiana Jones or Han Solo for a bit was exciting him. (Even though he literally lived like Han Solo and Indiana Jones. Which he continually thought was awesome. It's probably a good thing Bucky didn't say what's that or the next hours would be filled with a detailed analysis about Star Wars and how it applied to his philosophy in life.]

Right.

[Peter nodded, and began walking again, being far more careful and occasionally touching the walls.

It takes literally all of a minute before he starts tapping out a rhythm against the walls that echoes. Cool.]

Tap-tappa-tap-tappa-tap-tap--tap-da-da-tap--

[Okay, good.

He has a whole minute of silence where he can carefully walk along with all of his senses attuned to anything coming after them, and then-- He whirls around and only just stops himself from grabbing at Peter's arm.]

I told you to be quiet.

You did? Huh.

[Peter throws his head back and whines.]

This is boring, man. I need something. Anything. I'm trying to save battery on my Zune and this silence sucks. Let's talk about something. You wanna talk? Let's talk. About anything. Pizza. What's your favorite pizza?

[What is going on here?

He gives Peter a look as if trying to figure out if he's real and serious or not.]

What's the matter with you that you can't walk in silence?

Cause it's boring, duh!

Oh my God, I need music, I don't even care if we get eaten by an abominable snowman.

[He starts humming and dancing slightly aggressively as he walks.]

Oo-ooh child, things are gonna get easi-eerr...

I can make you be quiet.

[It's low and menacing, and not entirely just a threat. Peter's continued noise is jangling on the edges of a paranoia not entirely well controlled.]

Don't make me have to do that.

Oh yeah? That's pretty cool.

[Peter's singing drops to a barely-heard whisper, but he hasn't stopped dancing.

Here's some Michael Jackson moves.]

Some day, yeah!

[He's worked really hard on trying to curb the whispers of paranoia that are always there thanks to the MN poisoning, to not immediately see a threat in the people around him, but Peter is really testing that.]

Do you want them to find us?

There's no monsters, dude. If there were monsters, they would have found us already because I was being loud. Now we know the tunnels are clear.

[A grin as he bows.]

Or you're trying to draw them towards us.

[That's the truth, that's what the murmurs of fear in his head say. It's what he always suspects of nearly everyone, he can just usually keep it at bay better than this.]

[A scoff.]

I'm not. Besides, we'd hear them coming in these metal things. We have enough time to turn around and run. [Maybe?]

If you're not trying to draw them towards us, then keep your mouth shut from now on.

[He swears, he will actually punch Peter.]

You know, that's really not fair at all.

[A grumpy huff.]

This is totally lame.

I don't care if you're bored, I care if we're alive and safe.

[Sorry, Peter, Bucky isn't about to budge on this.]

If we want to talk, we can do it when we get into a locked building or we're out in the open with more directions to run in.

Come on, live a little, man. We're perfectly safe in here!

How could you know that for sure?

[Stop saying things to make him suspicious!]

Because we're not dead yet. Duh.

So what? These things have been known to show up out of nowhere, after hours of safe travel.

[He can't be that stupid, can he?]

Like what, right out of the floor?

[He bends down to rap his knuckles against the floor, pointedly. It makes a loud echo.]

Seems pretty solid to me.

Are you really so dumb that you think it couldn't happen?

[Hasn't he seen the nonsense that happens here?]

Hey, I'm not dumb!

[A scoff.]

I think you're a little too worked up, dude. Chill.

[The only answer he has for Peter is a very frustrated growl before he stalks on ahead as much as he can.

Screw you, Star Lord.]

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