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

[luckybucky]

"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.

[sensitiveapple]

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."

[luckybucky]

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.

[sensitiveapple]

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.

[luckybucky]

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.

[sensitiveapple]

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.

[luckybucky]

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.

[sensitiveapple]

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.