snowblindrpg | [log] caught in a snowdrift [closed]

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[log] caught in a snowdrift [closed]

Characters: Flynn and Bucky
Location: Between houses
Date: Day 380
Summary: Flynn gets caught in a snowdrift, Bucky helps, they bond
Warnings: None

[Bucky had really thought that Flynn wouldn't come back, he'd stick with his other friends and his woman, so why had he come back? Bucky isn't exactly a personable travelling companion, he's quiet a lot of the time and doesn't invite confidences, but somehow Flynn isn't put off. It's made him thaw just a little, in small ways, like turning his back while they're travelling without worrying that Flynn might plant a knife in it.

Turns out, turning his back was a bad idea.

There's a crunch and soft thwump of snow, and when he turns around Flynn is half buried under deeply compacted snow. He's not sure whether to be annoyed, concerned, or laugh. In the end, he goes for a mixture of the first two, walking back a couple of paces and looking down.]

You okay?

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[He'd wilfully forgotten about Peter; partly because he hates him, and partly because the guy is apparently from space and so they can't really be said to be from the same world.

His grip tightens around Flynn just for a moment before he makes himself relax again.]

That sounds like something he'd do, Steve always liked to help out.

Yeah? He sounds like a great guy. I would have liked to meet him.

[And then through the haze of the pain he realizes that he can't meet him because he must have died in this place at some point.]

... I'm sorry.

He was.

[Despite himself, Bucky's voice still softens in a way that it never would for anyone but stupid Steve Rogers.]

Best guy I ever met. And don't be sorry, he's way too stubborn to stay down for good, he'll be back.

[That is a new tone and Flynn falls silent, a bit afraid that with the next stupid thing he says he might ruin the moment. But he smiles, because it's rare to get emotional statements from Bucky like that and it's heartwarming in the biting cold out here.]

Well, then I'm looking forward to meeting him.

Yeah, he'll probably like you, even if you talk too much.

[Then again, Steve likes most people as long as they're not bullies or HYDRA.]

He's kind of stupid like that.

So he has good taste, too.

[He grins at that, then feigns innocent surprise.]

You t-think I talk too much?

I know you talk too much.

[That's delivered flatly.]

...hold on, I'm gonna have to run to get us in, and it won't feel good.

M-maybe you just t-talk too little.

[He pulls a face at the news but nods, holding on tight.]

Yeah, o-okay. Beats freezing to death, I'm s-sure.

I talk the right amount.

[It's a half grumbled admonishment before he sets off at a dead run. Even without his serum enhancing what he can do to superhuman levels, Bucky still has seventy years of intense physical training to fall back on, a lot of it in sub-optimal conditions, so he moves through the snow with surprising efficiency and speed.

He does his best to cradle Flynn as close as he can to minimise the impact of the jolts on his injuries, but he won't be able to do much and still maintain the pace he needs. It's only a twenty minute run, though it probably feels longer to poor banged up Flynn, and even then they're only just skidding inside before the doors lockdown.]

That's debatab-ahhhnh.

[The word drowns out into a pained grunt and his fingers claw into the fabric of Bucky's clothes. Okay. Okay, maybe he can leave the arguing and the talking for later. He manages to stifle the screams but not the pained sounds that escape him from time to time, growing a little more frantic as time progresses. The trek seems to drag on for a lifetime if he weren't too focused on the pain to speak he'd probably be a very annoying broken record of 'are we there yet?' because oh God, are they there yet??

When they finally reach the house and stumble inside he gasps for breath before clenching his teeth, exhaling with a low, agonized growl.]

Am having. Such. A bad day.

[He does his best to tune out the groans of pain. It's not that he doesn't care, but he can't afford the distraction when he needs to put everything he has into the run to save both of their lives.

When they finally stop, he's trembling slightly and sweating despite the cold. But they're inside, and safe, and that's what matters.]

...could be a worse one.

[At least they're going to survive it.]

Deep breaths, I'm gonna put you down now.

Not... helping.

[But the reminder to breathe does, a little. Flynn tries to focus on that, tries not to hold the breaths but when he's lowered he quickly falls back into explosive, hissed exhales.]

Am I gonna... make it? Be... be honest, I can... I can take it...

[Please excuse him getting a little melodramatic down here. Pain does that to him sometimes.]

[He gives a tiny snort of amusement, levity coming a lot easier now that they've made it in for the night.]

You've got a busted leg and maybe some ribs, you're not gonna die from that.

[Oh. Well, that's good to know. He relaxes somewhat.]

Feels... a lot... worse.

[He's just going to lie here for a moment, trying to catch his breath and being whiny about it.]

There's a bottle of... gin in my backpack. If it didn't break. Could really... really use a drink right now...

[He slides Flynn's backpack over and starts to go through it, eventually locating the bottle of gin which, though slightly cracked, is in one piece.]

My Ma gave me whiskey the first time I broke my leg.

[It's one of his rare memories that he doesn't mind sharing.]

It tasted so bad that I forgot how much it hurt for a while, I think that was her plan.

Y-yeah?

[Flynn manages to force a small smile despite the pain because that one hits him right in the mama boy feels.]

Mine would... when I hurt myself s-she'd bake my favorite cake and I'd get the... the biggest slice. L-like a triple slice. With some hot cocoa.

[He beckons towards the gin.] Y-you should have one, too.

Why don't you tell me about her?

[Focusing on other things until the alcohol numbs the pain is probably for the best, and if those are pleasant memories then all the better for Flynn. And perhaps a tiny selfish part of him hopes that hearing about someone else's Ma might bring some of his own memories back into focus.

He'd settle for just remembering his mother's name. It feels sacrilegious that he remembers Steve's Ma's name, Sarah Rogers, and not his own mother's name.]

My mom? Y-yeah.

[Sure. He can tell him about his mom.]

S-she raised me by herself after my dad died and she's amazing. Kind and... and very sociable. She's got lots of friends, I... I think she knows the entire neighborhood somehow? She knows so many people. She threw me a surprise birthday party once and the house was packed, I didn't know anyone there, how d-do you even m-meet so many people, seriously? She likes her flowers and we used to do a lot of gardening together or w-watch movies.

[He takes another sip of gin. Oh man, that is so good? He's still shivering but the chattering of his teeth gradually lessens over time.]

She's really obsessed with getting... getting me in relationships, too. Sh-she'd try to set me up all the time, like, I would come home and there'd be a girl, daughter of one of her friends... or when we're at a café she'd just talk to girls nearby, trying to fix me up right there, it was mortifying...

[He doesn't quite smile at the description of Flynn's mother, but something in his expression softens. She sounds like a good woman, like a lot of other mothers that he must have known growing up.]

You didn't want to be set up?

[Or was it just that his Ma was picking the wrong girls?]

I think my Ma had a different problem with me, I used to step out with a lot of dames.

I b-bet you did. With your d-dancing card.

[Flynn chuckles.]

Not really, not like that, just tossed into these situations with total strangers at a moment's notice. It was just awkward, I... was very awkward back then, social things weren't really my forte. I was all about my books.

["Was." "Back then."]

Wasn't really interested in a relationship until... until I met Nicole.

[His smile warms considerably.]

[Bucky doesn't remember if he was ever interested in a relationship with any of the women that he stepped out with, they're just a blur of indistinct faces and bright lipstick.

But he remembers how awkward Steve used to be, how hopeless with all the girls Bucky set him up with, so he can kind of picture it.]

What made her different?

Uh, she's amazing? I met her when I was on a plane to the Amazon jungle, my first mission. She walked into the room and I saw her and, and...

[His hands come up, gesturing indistinctly.]

... and wow. She, of course, thought I was an idiot.

[It's said lightly, without insult.]

Then suddenly the plane was full of cultists that were trying to kill me – well, stick me with a truth serum and get information, actually, but I definitely think killing would have been involved at some point – and she swooped in to rescue me. She beat up all the goons by herself.

[His face lights up with a proud smile that says let me tell you everything about how super cool my girlfriend is.]

And then she kicked me out the airplane.

Sounds like the kind of gal that anyone would fall for.

[He remembers Peggy Carter and her efficient danger, and how every single guy for miles around was a little bit in love with her. Of course Steve bagged her, and rightly so, but he'd be lying if he said that he'd never harboured a flame.]

I hope she at least knew you had a parachute or something.

You have no idea.

[Flynn takes another sip of gin, trying to warm himself up.]

What? Oh, no, no, she absolutely knew I didn't have one. She did, though? Jumped after me and caught me. ... It was a lot at the time but you kind of get used to it. Like, we jumped off a cliff soon after and fell down a waterfall? She does this thing where she smiles when we're about to do something really dangerous...

Sounds like you really love her.

[It's nice.

He doesn't get a lot of opportunities to just sit with someone and watch their face light up as they talk about good things, and he's going to hold onto this moment for as long as he can.]

I used to know someone like that too, she was fearless and I'm pretty sure everyone was a little bit in love with her for it.

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