Shot 02 - IM/Action - log 02

[wintersergeant]

[The IM starts off with your favorite charming 1940s transplant and his skinny asthmatic best friend looking kind of….sheepish. Well, Bucky looks sheepish and mildly annoyed. Steve is just giving him a Look. Bucky is the one who speaks]

So, uh, me an’ Steve...we don’t really know how to use all this twenty-first century technology and...we. Broke something.

[He holds up an iPod dock that is very much broken]

We thought it was a radio or somethin’. Guess not.

[Bucky goes to cut the rainbow but Steve stops him, giving him another Look.]

And we’re sorry we broke it, an’ that we stole it. [To Bucky:] Aren’t we?

...yeah, that too. [As he cuts the rainbow:] Really, Steve?

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[unplucked]

[ Still not sure what's going on here, but she'll play along. ]

Now you're just starting to sound like my grandfather.

Though he's not nearly as good-looking as you are, rest assured.

[wintersergeant]

[Cue that charming grin]

I'm pro'ly as old as he is though.

[unplucked]

Are you a vampire?

[ Hey, if werewolves are a thing here, why can't vampires be? ]

[wintersergeant]

[He snorts]

Nah, just real unlucky. Or lucky, whichever.

[unplucked]

[ Which is all she needs to hear to understand that there's something funky with time going on here. It sounds personal, likely what he didn't want to talk about when they first spoke, so she doesn't ask any further. ]

Lucky, I think, if you're here with your best friend.

[wintersergeant]

[He smiles a bit]

More like my brother. We basically grew up t'gether.

[unplucked]

And now you're causing trouble together.

[wintersergeant]

Yeah, but that ain't new.

[he snorts]

It bein' my fault ain't new either, but don't let him tell you he's all innocent. I can't count the times I saved his sorry ass.

[unplucked]

So you admit it is your fault?

[ Her smile grows wider. ]

[wintersergeant]

[...shit. Bucky pales]

Uh, I mean---dammit.

[unplucked]

[ She points to her eyes and then back to the screen at Bucky, chuckling. ]

I just hope whoever it belonged to isn't too angry. I wasn't even aware we were allowed to have iPods here.

[ She mostly relied on her iPhone anyways, and that definitely wasn't allowed. ]

[wintersergeant]

We got it from the forge cabin, in a pile'a junk.

[Eheheh]

[unplucked]

It may have already been broken to begin with, then.

[ She puts her finger on her chin. ]

I have headphones if you'd like to try them out sometime. They're convenient.

And not too expensive, if they suffer the same fate that poor dock did.

[wintersergeant]

Hey, if we know how to use it, we won't break it. Promise.

[unplucked]

Good, I'll take your word. I wonder if anyone here has a walkman, or something we could plug them into.

[wintersergeant]

Ask the forge kids? Just. Don't say who it's for.

LMAO

[unplucked]

Why would they care too much about something from a junk pile?

[ YEAH CAUSE IT'S NOT JUNK... ANYWAYS....... ]

What kind of music do you like? I'll do my best.

[wintersergeant]

Not that rap stuff? Otherwise, I'll try anythin'.

[unplucked]

You know about rap? What year are you from?

[wintersergeant]

1941, but I got outta the Hotel in 2012.

[unplucked]

[ Her eyes widen. ]

That's... World War II. I can't imagine.

[wintersergeant]

I don't remember if the country'd gone into the war when Steve and I, uh, froze but yeah. Anyway, I've been out in this era a bit longer than Steve. I know a bit more.

[unplucked]

That's... a much bigger ordeal than I imagined. I'm sorry you had to go through it.

[ Her arms cross. ]

But... things make so much more sense now. And no wonder you out-shot me so easily.

[wintersergeant]

[He smiles at that last bit]

Nah, that ain't got nothin' to do with age. My dad's Apollo.

[unplucked]

Yes, I remember now. You've got a genetic advantage.

It just means I'll have to practice a lot more and demand a rematch someday.