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]

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.

[knifewithnoname]

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.

[luckybucky]

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."

[knifewithnoname]

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.

[luckybucky]

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.

[knifewithnoname]

"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.

[luckybucky]

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.

[knifewithnoname]

"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.