[Closed] Orientation

[howlingcaptain]

Who: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Amaterasu [closed]
What: Trying not to get serial murdered
When: Immediately after the orientation speech
Where: Freddy vs. Jason's book
Warnings: Language, but this will probably need to be updated later.



It was high time Steve learned to listen, but since he'd always been a man of action, he'd plowed ahead anyway, and here he was. Standing in the woods, nothing but crickets and fog and -- a sudden weight on his arm. He looked down to see what he already knew was there; His shield, gleaming in the moonlight.

"That's encouraging," he said dryly and turned to look around. It was followed quickly by a wince, as he realized just who had gotten caught up with him in this nonsense. "Sorry?" He actually was, but he half expected to get scolded.

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[howlingcaptain]

Steve shot a meaningful look Bucky's way. "Don't fall asleep," he said softly, then looked to the girl. "Tell us about the dream," please. His manners were the first casualty on any battlefield, and this was a definite battlefield.

He shifted his shield, peering through the windows again.

[cryogenics]

Steve seemed to have things under control for the time being, so Bucky stepped away to keep an eye out the windows, checking to make sure everything was still secure. He didn't go very far though, and when he was done checking things, he returned to Steve's side.

[dog_of_the_sun]

The poor girl had wrapped her arms around herself, trying to hold onto her belief that this was a dream, fighting with the reality. “I—I don't really...” She didn't really want to tell her dream to these strangers—but if they were part of the dream, did it matter? “It..was nice. We were walking on the beach at dusk. It was chilly, and I was cuddled in Johnny's jacket.” Hesitantly, voice wavery as she continued to try and fight off panic.

“Johnny made a joke, and I moved into the surf to splash him for it. He followed me, and tried to tackle me playfully.” A fond smile, and there might be tears in her eyes. “We...we didn't notice, when things started to get weird. The sky got darker...” A hint of blush too, but she carried on. “Then Johnny-he...he was pulled under, and there was suddenly all this red in the water...”

While the girl was telling her story, another figure was approaching the lone cabin. Quiet steps against the grass, a tall and imposing figure strode slowly towards his targets. At first it seems like a lumbering pace, slightly rusted machete hanging from one hand.

Perhaps the first warning something was off, was some scent in the air? Maybe it was a dull thud of a footstep on the cabin's porch. Amaterasu didn't register either until it was too late—focused as she was on providing comfort for the girl, furry body pressed against her legs. In any case, it was a second between that first dull-thud of footstep on wood, and then a splintering crack as the door to the cabin was kicked hard.

[howlingcaptain]

Steve was standing guard, but he was also listening to the girl, focusing on her, thinking through everything they'd been presented with. The first thing he noticed that was out of place was that step on the wood. He turned, shield raised, as the kick landed on the door. "Shit," he hissed, then glanced back. "Get her out of here, I'll hold him off," it was his first instinct. Stand between others and danger. Be the Shield.

At least he had it with him, otherwise things would be a lot more dangerous. Whoever this guy was, he was strong. Hopefully vibranium making his bones rattle would take the spring out of his step.