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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[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.

[wintersergeant]

Anytime.

[unplucked]

[ Switch of subject, but she's curious. ]

Being a son of Apollo... did you know about that before being... frozen in time?

[wintersergeant]

Yeah, he told me when I was eight or so. Not that it did much good 'cept maybe once that I can remember but hey.

[unplucked]

You've forgotten some things?

[wintersergeant]

No, I just honestly dunno if there was any time but the once.

[unplucked]

You're right, they're not exactly doting parents. It makes you wonder why they're so eager to have so many children. How does it benefit them?

[wintersergeant]

If you figure it out, lemme know, yeah?

[unplucked]

[ She smiles. ]

Oh, of course. As soon as I catch sight of a god, I'll politely introduce myself, but will waste no time in asking them why they can't just keep it in their pants every now and then.

Or toga. Whatever it is they fancy.