voidtreckerexpress | 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.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Oh. Right. So no one knew, but punishment might be swift or it might wait. If you did something to make the god unhappy he would wait until you died to punish you.

The bible was the book right?

"What do a church be being? Do that be being like an alter? Or a temple?" They were very similar. Not The Temple of course, but the smaller temples that could be found in cities and towns. They held alters to all the light gods, but worship there was similar to worshipping at the small alters for one god or another.

"Can anyone be reading this bible?"

He's not a theologian, but he's explaining the best he can.

"Yeah, like a small temple," he agrees. "Where people gather to worship together, with a preacher or priest leading them." When she asks about the bible, he nods. "Of course. Most people have their own copy at home, so they can read it whenever they want to. Some people do it every night before bed."

So do this bible no be being very clear, if people do no be knowing exactly how your god do be showing his anger?

[Because if anybody could read it then they would know. But really she isn't sure what would be in a religious book. The rules? But if there were only ten then it would be very short.]

Bucky shakes his head. "It's very old," he replies. "It's been translated from language to language to language. People argue about all kinds of details in it. What counts as a sin, what counts as a punishment. Even whether or not the stories are literally true, or just a big collection of parables."

"Oh." She wrinkled her nose, "It do be sounding..." It's probably not right to call someone's religion stupid, at least not outloud.

"Complicated."

But they were almost at the quiet car now. "You do be praying right? In your religion? As well as talking to your god and reading the book?"

He laughs at that. "You're very good at being polite," he replies with an easy smile, and nods. "Yeah, I pray. That's actually how we talk to our god."

"Oh." She nodded, praying was a bit like talking, communicating. She guessed he meant that rather than having an actual conversation, a god would be far too busy and she's not sure they use words in the same way as people. But she's not sure, no ones ever mentioned that.

"Well meditating do be being a lot like praying, so you do be being half way there already."

Which was good, teaching someone with no basis in religion at all... well teaching Peter had been a disaster.

She's certainly on the right track, though Bucky has no way of knowing it. "Yeah? I hope I take to it as easily," he replied with a little smile, finally stepping into the quiet car and heading to the first unlocked booth, holding the door open for her.

She grinned and skipped inside before moving to the back of the small booth and kneeling on the floor. "I do be thinking you should be being comfortable or be sitting however you do usually be praying."

Keeping as many things familiar to him as possible might work best.

She's not really sure honestly, she's only taught two people this before and one was Peter, that barely counted.

Bucky follows her in and kneels down next to her. "Okay," he agrees, then shifts closer to the bench, crossing his feet at the ankle, putting his elbows on the seat, clasping his hands and bowing his head. Finally, he closes his eyes. "Ready."

She watched how he sat and settled back on her heals, hands resting on her knees palm upwards. "First you do be needing to be breathing, deeper than usual and be concentrating on your breaths. So you do be breathing in and then holding your breath and then be breathing out. You can be counting if that do be helping."

She demonstrated, a long breath in, holding it for a few seconds and then slowly exhaling. She's not sure if he will know this already but he might not if he has never meditated.

He opens his eyes again to watch her, nodding in agreement as he listens to the instructions. He copies her, at first matching her time exactly, before beginning to draw it out. "Like for free-diving," he replies once he thinks he's got it.

"Maybe." She nodded and watched him, "I do no be knowing what free diving do be being." But if it involved holding your breath and breathing deeply then it was likely the same.

She went back to breathing, in, hold, out. She could enter the emptiness in seconds now, she tried to pray at least a little here. But she got forgetful or distracted and she wasn't even sure her god could even hear her. She meditated rarely and usually it was when she was upset and needed to calm down. It felt good to slow down for a moment.

He would've answered, but he's pretty sure that defeats the purpose of meditating, so instead he focuses on his breathing. He relaxes slowly as he does, head tipping forward a little. He's not trying to drift off, but it only takes about ten minutes for him to drift off, slumping forward onto the bench. Somehow the movement doesn't wake him.

"Then you do be imagining a..."

Wait. His head has slipped forwards, he has slumped on the bench. Is he asleep? She wrinkled her nose. She would have gotten into so much trouble if she fell asleep in a lesson, or in prayer. But maybe it is not the same in his religion.

And honestly he had seemed very tired. Maybe sleep would do him good. He could learn the emptiness another time.

She got up off the floor and clambered up onto the bench opposite where he was slumped. She would watch over him whilst he slept.

The Yeetening

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