The Yeetening

[luckybucky]

Who: Bucky and anyone else
Where: Various cars throughout the train -- anywhere Bucky is likely to find a few quiet moments to accidentally nod off.
When: Domino 13 through 15
What: Bucky's pretty sure he's gotten sick, but good luck getting him to accept help. Eventually, he starts accidentally nodding off in various public places, but his startle response poses a problem for anyone who's thinking about waking him.
Warnings: Physical violence, insomnia, anxiety and PTSD symptoms, there will definitely be some cursing.


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Get Well Soon | Domino 13

Even though everyone on the train has been better since before the mission, Bucky is absolutely certain he's come down with whatever it was Peter had. It's a fitting punishment for accidentally helping spread it, but doesn't realize it's just sleep deprivation. For now, he's camped out in the game car, nursing some peppermint tea and staring blankly at whatever or whoever is in front of him. At least until the train sends him to his bed for morning announcements.



Eat Your Yeets | Domino 14-15

Bucky is asleep. Somewhere on the train, in a public or semi-public space, he is dozing. He's seated himself in a corner, slouched down in a bean bag chair, or maybe even nodded off still on his feet. Wherever he is, his eyes are closed and his brow is furrowed, but that's the only clue you're going to get about the content of his nightmares. By morning on the 15th, there is a paper stuck out of his hand, with "DO NOT TOUCH ME" written in bold, black letters.

Do you dare to disturb him?

[OoC: Please include which day you're using for this prompt as Bucky's stress level will increase over time, and that determines how he responds to being woken up after the initial flinch reaction.]

Comments

eat your yeets let's go with 14th

[stealsyourheart]

"Robocop-san, you okay?"

Kaito notes the furrowed brow and comes over to nudge him.

He's the lucky first to discover Yeets

[luckybucky]

The nudge is enough to wake him, but it's not pleasant. He yells, the sound low and rough like a big dog's bark, as he lurches forward and lashes out with his metal arm. There's no aim, no attempt at anything but gaining space.

he is so excite!

[stealsyourheart]

"Whoa!" Kaito told him at the ice earlier, that he'd be fine. And this is why - as Bucky lashes out he jumps, agile and nimble, rolling with the throw to bounce off a wall with an acrobat's agility.

"Easy, Bucky-san! It's only me. You okay, man?"

Get Well Soon | Domino 13

[really_sketchy]

"Hello." Naminé approached the man with a small tentative smile. "I know we don't know each other but I wanted to give you this." She placed a hand drawn 'get well' card on the table in front of him.

"I made these for the others when they got sick earlier. I noticed you were sitting here and I wanted to make you one too. I know it isn't much but maybe it'll help you feel a little better."

Oh noooooooooooo my heart

[luckybucky]

He looks up as Namine approaches, head tilting to the side a little as his tired eyes settle on the card she sets in front of him. He blinks, like he's not quite sure any of this is real, and reaches up to slide it closer.

"For... me?" he asks, as if this doesn't make even the tiniest fraction of sense. He looks up at her again, and breaks out the best smile he can manage. "That's really sweet," he replies softly. "Thank you."

XD

[really_sketchy]

"Yes." She nodded her head in confirmation and waited for him to take the card. It was a simple design of a field with little dots of color representing the flowers. For something drawn with crayon, it's very good. "You're welcome. I know... it isn't much and I don't really understand being sick but I wanted to help."

Naminé has only had her human body for a short period of time and has never gotten sick before. She didn't actually know what it was like and not knowing made her feel oddly helpless.

"If there is more I can do, please let me know. Oh. My name is Naminé."

15!

[themasterthief]

Challenge excepted.

Garrett couldn't resist. The problem, actually, was whether the sleeping man actually had something worth touching him for. Garrett inspected his prey from a distance first, eying his pockets. They looked about as empty or full as everyone else's.

So clearly there was only one way to find out. The sneak thief crept up to the sleeping bionic man. He stayed on the side opposite the metal arm. Even if he didn't plan on waking the guy up it was always best to be safe than sorry.

Garrett rifled through the sleeping man's pockets one at a time, slowly, methodically, carefully. At one point he froze stiff as Bucky shifted in his sleep and the sneak thief thought he would get caught with his hand in someone else's pocket. Then the moment passed and Garrett finished going through the man's pockets.

Mostly empty, just as the thief suspected. But he had found a piece of paper and, of course, the ticket that everyone on board smartly kept on them at all times. Well, if they were smart anyway. Garrett read over the note. Useful to jot down the train cars, their order and purpose, and Garrett noticed there was a marker for a 'Steve Rogers' in one of the cabins. He may ask about that later. Or save if for a rainy day.

It was when the sneak thief was debating whether to replace the items or give the man a small fright when he awoke that a loud noise from the next carriage over startled the arachne. He jumped and turned, and still the awkward monster that he was, his tail brushed against the sleeping man as it snapped to attention. The thief let out a soft curse and began to twist his head back to look at the sleeping man to see gauge whether he was in trouble...

[luckybucky]

Oh, he was absolutely in trouble, but not for the reasons he thought -- Bucky wasn't angry, he was terrified. The noise triggered his startle reaction, which consisted of jerking his torso forward and swinging his arms out violently, as if trying to push people off of him, away from him.

It was a single, swift movement, leaving him bent forward and panting for breath as his brain tried to catch up with what his body had just done. "Damnit!" he snapped. "There was a sign for a reason! Are you okay?" He's angry, not because he was disturbed, but because yet again he might've hurt someone, and every time he tried to exact control over his reactions, they just got increasingly worse.

Only his anger kept his grief at bay.

[themasterthief]

Garrett's vision didn't quite make it back all the way around before he was suddenly shoved violently towards the opposite side of the carriage. Despite trying to avoid the metal arm, to the thief's surprise the man was a lot stronger than expected even without the hardware. Garrett hit the wall with a noticeable thud and oomph as the air escaped him.

Thankfully, it was rather trivial as the sneak thief had certainly suffered worse in both The City and Ryslig. He was constantly throwing himself off buildings and smashing into things as he raced away from guards and in Ryslig...well, nothing quite said 'hello' as a pitchfork to the face. Or a drop into a completely dark and utterly creepy bug tunnel. He pushed back against the wall to right himself and turned around, only to lean back against the wall and place a hand on his shoulder. He may have wrenched it a bit during the mission a few days ago.

"I've had worse." He flicked the claws of his free hand. "These for instance."

Get Well Soon

[amery]

Amery approached, a mug of tea in one hand, and hesitated before gesturing to the empty chair across from Bucky. "Ah, do you mind if I join you?" he asked. He didn't want to assume, because he knew what they said about making assumptions. That and the other man looked dead tired, so Amery didn't want to bother him if he wasn't up for company.

[luckybucky]

Bucky shakes his head. "I don't mind," he nearly croaks, and takes another sip of his nearly ice cold tea. He doesn't have the will to force himself to go warm it up. "The damn kid got me sick."

[amery]

"Ah." Amery hesitated again, then pulled the chair out for himself. "Which child? And would you like more tea?" he asked. There were many children on board, he'd discovered, and he was sure he (thankfully) hadn't met all of them yet.

get well soon

[flatteries]

Honestly, Inigo hasn't felt fully at 100% either since returning to the train. He's been sleeping normally, at least, but that doesn't feel like it's enough for his body to catch up to what all those days of fighting in a row took out of him. But Inigo wouldn't be Inigo if he didn't act like himself even under those circumstances.

Hence why he looks a lot more lively when he enters the game car and spots a friendly face there. A friendly face looking very much like a zombie. Is Bucky okay?

At least he's tactful enough to not ask that so directly. Instead he takes a seat across from the man, a smile on his face.

"You know, you don't seem to be quite into this game of.." He grabs the lid of the box of the game someone must have left out on the table mid-game before Bucky decided to make this his zone out spot. ".. Monopoly?" (Truly said like someone who has absolutely no idea what that game is. He's probably putting the stress on the wrong syllable too.) "Maybe you ought to play a better game if this one is making you look like this."

Just disregard the fact that Bucky clearly wasn't actually playing it, sshh.

[luckybucky]

Bucky drags his gaze up to Inigo, blinking a few times as he looks to the Monopoly set, then back to his young friend. The joke, and the bright, youthful energy are enough to get him to huff out a chuckle and even try on a hint of a smile. "Yeah, probably. You know any better games?"

[flatteries]

"Well, I have to admit that most here are a mystery to me."

The whole pile of boardgames, really. His gaze travels across the table until it comes upon a deck of cards, which he moves to pick up instead.

"Although I know these. Anyone knows how to play cards, right? Or even how to build a card house."

[knifewithnoname]

She knows better than to touch someone when they are sleeping. Normally she wouldn't even go near anyone who was sleeping but this is the sixth time she has passed him in the last few days, never in the same place twice and always asleep.

"Did you no never be finding your room, Bucky?"

She wrinkled her nose. That should be impossible, because no matter how hard you tried you always ended up back in your bed.

So maybe he just didn't like his room for some reason.

[luckybucky]

It's more the sound of his name than the sound of her talking that wakes him, his head easing upwards. He reaches up to rub his eyes with his flesh hand, cursing under his breath. "Hn? What?" He asks, and when his gaze finally settles on Buttercup, he gets the distinct impression that he's about to be scolded.

[knifewithnoname]

"You did be sleeping." She told him, stating the obvious with a nose wrinkle as she watched him. She had wondered about that metal hand before, the one that was not currently rubbing his eye.

How did he have an arm like that and how did it work?

But that's not a question for now.

"You did be being given a whole bed to yourself. You should be using it."

be aggressive, look them in the eye, and YEET! (Domino 15)

[afterburner]

A certain redhead is definitely going to get what's coming to her.

Especially since she thinks that the paper is a joke! (Can one blame her? There are a number of pranksters on the train, for crying out loud. Hell, consider the source...she'd do something like that! Leave that sign, that is.)

"Man," Renee says. "Bucky, dude, there's gotta be a better place to sleep out in the open like this..." Reaching out to nudge his shoulder with a hand--she knows better than to just abruptly shake him awake, because he's a card-carrying member of the insomnia club, too...

Oh my *actual* god

[luckybucky]

He's also a card-carrying member of the PTSD club, too. Which makes nudging him awake a pretty big problem. He shifts forward as he wakes, his arms swinging forward, like he's trying to focefully clear the space in front of him, every ounce of his strength going into the movement. It's accompanied by a quiet, gutteral sound that was maybe supposed to be a scream without the volume.

As soon as the movement is done he freezes, shoulders trembling as he draws deep, ragged breaths. His eyes are wide and he's struggling to figure out where he is and what just happened.

that's the boy for ya

[afterburner]

Renee tries to duck when Bucky flails at her, but he still manages to catch her lightly on the cheekbone anyway. She swears under her breath and backs away, giving him more room and some time to come to.

"You awake yet?" she asks, rubbing at her cheek ruefully. "Sorry, man, I didn't know you were that jumpy. Everything okay?"

The Yeetening! Domino 15

[sensitiveapple]

She likes the garden car. She likes it and hums to herself as she steps into it. Humming, she walks along, trailing her fingers over the plants as she walks past. Honestly, this place is almost like the Governor's greenhouse, though much less with the handsy people in it.

She isn't really paying attention, though she can feel that someone familiar is in the car. She really should have been paying attention. Because she does the exact same thing that he did to her that first day: trip over his feet. She yelps, and goes careening forward, so her legs are draped over his ankles, and she's sprawled on the ground.

"By the force!" She groans.

Re: The Yeetening! Domino 15

[luckybucky]

The fall is a fortuitous one, because when she trips over his feet, it wakes him and he takes an instinctive swing that passes harmlessly above her. He lets out a panicked grunt, his bloodshot eyes snapping open, and when he sees Misa on the floor, his stomach drops. He assumes the worst, of course, and immediately crouches next to her. "I'm so sorry," he says, intensity straining his voice. "God, I'm so sorry," he's afraid to touch her, but he offers his flesh hand, if she trusts him enough to take it. "Let's get you some ice," he insists.

YEET. also early, early morning 15th

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter is another card carrying member with premium membership to Club Insomnia. He'll at least try to go to sleep at a decent time but more often then not he finds himself wandering the train in the dead of night and usual finds his way to the game car. He stops off to grab a can of red bull and then makes his way up to the game car to play space racer or something.

Usually, someone's in here-Kaito, Wade-people he usually plays games with but not this time. Instead, Bucky is passed out in a beanbag chair with his brow furrowed. Peter's pretty sure he recognizes that look and moves over. No, it's not generally good practice to wake someone in the middle of a nightmare but Peter has super strength so he's not too worried about it.

"Hey, Mr Bucky-you fell asleep."

[luckybucky]

Bucky startles, as expected, and swings out with his metal arm. The strike has no aim or intent behind it, it's just a mad flail, but he still manages to look like he's trying to punch Peter in the chest, lurching forward as his eyes snap wide open.

The sound he makes is something like a kicked animal, pained and panicked, and just as soon as he's done with the swing, he starts trembling, blinking rapidly as he turns his gaze to Peter. "Oh... fuck."