voidtreckerexpress | The Yeetening

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The Yeetening

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.]

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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.

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.

Misa rolls over and takes his hand pulling herself up. Why is he apologizing? "I'm so sorry!" She says, clinging to his hand. "I didn't mean to trip over you and wake you up!"

If she'd done that at the house... oh Mistress would be most displeased. But Misa's gut feelings and sense of people isn't infallible, and she doesn't always pay attention to it.

"Please forgive me." She whispers.

He blinks, his brow furrowing, straightening up and immediately pulling her into a hug if she'll let him. "There's nothing to forgive," he promises. "I was worried I'd hit you. When I wake up like that, sometimes I hit things," and god, he'd been terrified he'd hit her. The relief of knowing he'd missed was immense.

"I'm sorry," he repeats.

She collapses into the hug, shivering. She knows better than to wake up men - or women - that are sleeping. She does! The Mistress trained her not to at a very early age, that she could sneak down to the kitchen and speak to the people there, but the rest of the House was off limits.

Her arms go around him and she whispers into his gut, "I'm so so sorry! Please don't be mad."

"I'm not mad at all," he insists quietly, sliding his hand over her hair again. "It was just an accident, and no one got seriously hurt. No one's going to be punished," he promises, leaning down to kiss her hair. He understands why she's afraid, why she reacts so badly, but it doesn't make his heart ache any less for her.

She wraps her arms around Bucky and hugs him tight. This poor soldier... she's seen it before. They've come to the house before, even twenty years after the fact, still waking up screaming in the middle of the night. She's seen courtesans hurt by those same people, by accident.

"Are you alright?" She asks, softly. She knows that she startled him, but something, someone in his past hurt him.

"I'm fine," he lies. She has enough demons of her own, she doesn't need to be introduced to any of his. He runs his hand over her hair again, letting out a quiet sigh. "Do you want to go get some ice for your leg?"

Actually, were he to ask Misa, she's fine with how her life has been. She's just scared about going back and not being able to return to being the Mistress's apprentice.

She shakes her head. "I don't need ice, I'm fine." It's probably red, but it won't bruise. She very rarely does. "Do you want to try to go back to sleep?"

Yeah, he's gotten that. He knows she believes it, he disbelieves it for her.

He shakes his head. "I was trying to keep myself awake and failing miserably," he admits. He was damn awake now, which he was grateful for. He offers her a little smile. "I'm glad you're okay."

"Why are you trying to stay awake?" She asks, softly. That's just silly. Sleep is needed, even for old soldiers with bad dreams. She could try to keep the bad dreams away, but Lord Vader and Commander Skywalker haven't been able to teach her anything like that. Honestly, Lord Vader hadn't taught her much, just how not to bother him.

"You should sleep." She scolds gently.

He sighs softly, offering her a weak smile and shaking his head. “I’m avoiding nightmares. If I can stay awake long enough, I won’t have to deal with them.” He'd black out, not have any dreams.

She wrinkles her nose. "No one likes nightmares." She says, reasonably. "I get them, and then they come true." She whispers. She really doesn't like it when that happens, and then things happen around her and she can't stop the nightmare from happening. "But that doesn't mean I don't sleep, Bucky." She looks up at him. "Would you like me to hum for you?"

Bucky shudders when Misa says her dreams can come true -- he doesn't think he'd be able to handle something like that happening to him. He pats her head gently, shaking his own with a heavy sigh. "Thank you, but no. I just need to wait them out." He's full of shit, of course, and trying to convince himself just as much as he's trying to convince her.

Yeah, try living through a nightmare in the depth of the night, and then the next week? Actually living through it. It had been a bad week for Misa, and she won't talk about that one too much.

She huffs. "Well, you can't just stay up!" She says, reasonably. "If you're tired, you need to rest. I can tell you some of the stories I was told?"

Bucky is lucky that his nightmares are a bit farther removed from the reality that they repeat. He just wants to not repeat them anymore, is all. He chuckles at her, shaking his head. "Of course I can," it's a perfectly reasonable thing for him to do. "I'm fine, I promise." And she is... incredibly stubborn, he's starting to realize. It's a familiar trait, to be sure.

He's being ridiculous. She narrows her eyes at him. "You're being ridiculous." She says, stubbornly. Yes, he and Jocko at some point should compare notes about how stubborn she is. Bucky will learn he's seen nothing yet.

"Maybe," he concedes. "But I won't know until I try, will I?" He could, he certainly could infer that making himself stay awake for days was a fruitless endeavor. But he's not going to.

She huffs out an annoyed sigh that she definitely learned from someone far, far older than her. But it's still got that Mom tone edge to it. She'll make a good mom someday.

"You shouldn't even try. You should let me send you to sleep." She cocks her head to the side. "His Lordship said I should be able to do it, and I think I've done it with Kara's son before."

She really will, and it's that Mom tone that gets him to relent, finally, because he knows she won't have it any other way. "Alright, fine, but if I have a nightmare, I'm not going back to sleep," he insists.

She smiles for him. Because she's getting her way and that's the important part. She nods to where he was laying down. "Why don't you lay down again, and I'll try?" She's not sure what she's going to try, but she'll try it.

He lets out a long sigh, like he's just humoring her and this has no possibility of working. He goes back to his spot, laying down and closing his eyes with a heavy sigh. "Good luck," and despite how not onboard he is with this idea... he genuinely hopes she will have luck. He could use the sleep, after all.

She sits next to him, and closes her eyes. She starts stroking his hand and humming. Then, she wishes.

A feeling close to peace flows out of her, it's gentle, like warm water lapping at his toes. She hums the soft tune that Freema always hums when trying to put her to sleep. On some level she knows that she's using the Force, but she isn't sure how. The warm peace settles over him and she continues humming.

The feeling is a strange one, but he feels safe enough with her to not question it. It's like a warm blanket, settling over him and almost alarmingly fast, he drifts off. He's going to be a lot more confused by it when he wakes, but while he's out, he's peaceful.

It's a lot easier to feel safe when you're not alone.

She continues humming, holding onto his hand. But using the Force is tiring. So, even though she'd meant to put him to sleep, she slowly drifts off sitting up against one of the planters, still holding his hand.

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The Yeetening! Domino 15

Re: The Yeetening! Domino 15

Noooo Bucky, let her love you!

She has him wrapped around her pinky.

She won't even abuse it.

Awwwww

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