Bucky and Brock's Excellent Adventure

[lednikovyy]

Bucky doesn't remember falling asleep, which is rare. Most nights, he lies there for a few hours before he manages to sleep and he remembers it. Now, he finds himself stirring with no memory of going to bed at all. Old paranoid habits resurface and Bucky doesn't open his eyes yet, doing his best to keep his breath steady.

His focus goes to his other senses. He's on something soft and scratchy, the smell of sap and grass fill the air and he can't hear anyone talking or moving around him.

He waits.

When nothing changes, he finally opens his eyes. He's lying on the ground in a forest. There's no one around. Great.

He'd been in Olympia. He remembers that much as he pushes himself up to sit.

"Hello?"

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[lednikovyy]

Quick, easy work is made of the rabbits. There's a little bit of blood on Bucky's pants, but he's careful to keep it off of his shirt, at least. Pants seem a little easier to ignore and he can wash his hands once they're done cooking it. The skins and parts he deems inedible are shucked to the side and he brings what's left over to Brock.

"Not a bad idea. If anyone's around, we should be able to spot them from high ground unless they're really hiding." In which case, they have a lot more to worry about. People hiding with that much effort aren't a good sign.

"So we eat, find shelter for the night and early tomorrow we look for a better vantage point?" Better to have the full day if they're going to explore so they can make it back to whatever shelter they can find easily or find a new place to hole up.

[ukase]

By the time the Soldier had finished up, he was setting up the spit over their fire and making certain that it was going work. He had to step away to grab a few more rocks in order to solidify to himself that all was secure and ready for use before he offered the stick to Barnes to stick the future meal through. Less chance of salmonella poisoning this way.

"Agreed with you there. We have no idea what the weather is going to do, and I'd prefer not to be freezing my dick off if I can at all help it," he remarked. Well, who knew what the weather was like in this place, but he wasn't about to sit around waiting for it to get too cold or wet or god forbid, snowing. Violet sky was weird enough.

He would prefer to be on the move and looking for a way out of this mess, but he knew better than to deny having a safe space to return to if things didn't work themselves out.