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AUGUST EVENT - UNICORN STAMPEDE

Welcome to the Wild West! The year is 1881 in a hot, desolate corner of the Arizona Territory. Soon it will become the site of one of the most infamous gunfights in history. But today, it’s not the Cowboys or the Earps that have the town buzzing with gossip. It’s the strange events that happened this morning.

Thanks to the Head Librarian’s efforts, the unicorns that invaded Tombstone seem like nothing more than herd of wild horses that have stampeded through town and decided to graze nearby. For some, this is merely a curiosity that adds to the local chatter but other see it as a moneymaking opportunity. Those pretty, white horses don’t seem to belong to any of the locals and even if they did, there’s a few horse thieves in town that will be tempted by the herd outside of town.

Your team will enter through the blue white portal and step out into the desert mining town of Tombstone. It is rough, wild place with few rules. There’s a feud brewing between the law and the Cowboys but these events cannot be changed without altering the history of many worlds. Although patrons can interact with the citizens of Tombstone, they must be careful. Strangers and drifters are expected in town but behavior that is beyond what is expected of normal might find themselves facing an angry mob or locked up in the local jail.

Although some might be tempted to meet Wyatt Earp and friends, and may see the famous lawmen, the Librarians discourage the kind of interactions that could lead to prison time.

Find the unicorns and bring them back while ensuring that the locals don’t notice anything unusual in town. Remember that the creatures are intelligent and wary of those who are not pure. Not all of our patrons may be seen as friendly by the ‘horses’. Do not hurt them or be offended it they seem to object to your life choices. Make sure that none of Tombstone’s citizens keeps any of the wild horses and make sure that no one learns of what will happen at the OK Corral.

[OOC: This is for Team: Unicorn Stampede only. You will play out rounding up the unicorns, and returning them home. This is ONLY for team work and getting things done. If you have questions, you can call for Bob the Skull or The Cat to help you. Bob will be running communications. Once you finish the event (or at the same time if you will), patrons may use this time to use portals to enter Tombstone, go shopping, or interact with the locals as long as they do not upset the events that are destined to occur. But not in the team log.]

Update! To help the event conclude, options are being provided to help organize the groups. These can be tagged meme style to help give more structure to the tasks. Current threads can be completed and new ones started.

Options

1. Distracting the locals - This could be keeping any curious residents from noticing anything strange about the 'wild horses' or it could be keeping any potential horse thieves from stealing a pretty pony or two.

2. Bait! or Unicorn Roundup - Remember that unicorns are picky about who they want to befriend. They may not like some people in the group. This could be hinder the roundup or be used to help get the unicorns back home.

3. Safety First! - The unicorns might not be as tranquil as expected. That means that there is a possibility of injury to a patron or one of the residents of Tombstone. Please make sure that no one important gets injured and history is rewritten!

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Bucky isn't sure he cares for this event. They were called Events, right? Things that were happening that a group of them had to fix? He wasn't actually very keen on working in a GROUP either. That never worked well for him. Top it all off and Steve Rogers was in this 'group' as well.

He had been avoiding the man for some time now.

He had been avoiding everyone for some time now, actually.

He here was though, through a portal, dressed all in black, his arm covered and his hand gloved. He stuck around the others that came through the portal with him, taking a head count for who all was here.

He was not taking lead on this. Not unless the others needed it, but he was scoping out who was here, how many of them, what they looked like and trying to judge what trouble they were going to find themselves in. That and the area. He doesn't remember much about this time period in history. A hole in his education, maybe, or just in his memory. It doesn't matter though. What matters is that the others that are here for the mission stay safe while they get a bunch of horned horses through a portal.

Tony had far too many things to think about other than James Buchanan Barnes. Or so he kept telling himself. After all, he knew they would meet someday he just didn't think it would be in the middle of a interstellar library and on a quest (he was so calling it a quest) to wrangle unicorns.

Okay. Confession. He liked saying 'wrangle'. So what if he kind of liked the idea of being in Tombstone?

Either way, he groused at being in a desert town with no sunglasses and honestly, he was just hoping their clothes didn't make people look at them too strangely. He chose the more 'Maverick' look, probably too posh but at the same time he watched far more Westerns than he cared to admit while working endlessly on projects as a kid. But his mind digressed and he needed to handle the situation at hand...

"So... I don't know much about unicorns. Is it true they you know... like virgins? Or is that just something made up?" He didn't ask anyone in particular. Just something to break the silence.

[ooc: OMFG I am the worst. I swear i replied to this like three times now! ;-; Forgive meeee. ilu]

It could be a quest, if you believed in that kind of thing. The Asset wasn’t sure what he believed yet, other than this might help make him better. That in itself was saying something, that he knew he wasn’t well in one form or another. Memories were coming back slowly, as he needed them, and he wasn’t sure he liked it yet.

He stood there, waiting for the others to file in, only to glance over at the Stark. Tony Stark. There was something about him that in the back of his mind told him he didn’t want to get close to him. Something about a Stark that he only half remembers. He’s assuming it has to do with the business though, so he’s been brushing it off.

The comment would have made him smile, had he been used to smiling at all. Instead he just stared a moment, recalling what he does remember about the man, then shook his head. “In our cases, we better hope that isn’t true, or we’ll have to have the kids do the herding.” Kids are still virgins now a days, right?

Glancing at Barnes, he fought the urge to shift uncomfortably. Not that the guy himself really made him dislike him. He watched the archive films and knew his real personality got stolen away years ago against his will. He could even ignore the fact he had a hand in the death of his parents. After all, not his choice...

Okay, it bothered him slightly he shot Steve. But then, he did save Steve as well.

So, all in all, he felt nothing more than a nervous twinge at the base of his skull that told him that he didn't know how safe the other was. But he would try... you know for Steve's sake. "Kids or certain adults." He glanced over at Steve in curiosity then at the young adult that seemed far too awkward to have fallen into bed with anyone. Just saying...

"Guess the only way to find out is dangle them in front of their muzzles... It would possibly give us an edge."

You know, a lot of people find that urge to shift uncomfortably around him. Maybe it's the hair? Naw...

Bucky doesn't think anything about it though. He's not here to hurt anyone. His mission isn't being ordered by anyone. The Head Librarian didn't TELL him to do this job. It's a mission of his choosing. He wants to help. He's not sure WHY he had to get listed to THIS job though. But it's okay.

He was safe, to you people at least. There were things righting itself in his brain and he wasn't exactly mindless. He could work with these people. When Tony said 'or certain adults' though he raised a brow. the glance the man gave was towards Rogers. his old target. The one person that is in too many of his memories.

He stared off at Rogers, then back to Stark. It was clear that it surprised him to hear that. He wasn't sure he wanted to comment on that at all though. He glanced back to Rogers, thinking.

"I'm sure he would be the first in line to walk out there and get their attention anyhow. If they try to turn on him though, I would rather he not get gored by a horn."

Barry had gotten so used to running around the library at half speed that when he first comes out of the portal he almost falls over. He manages to skid to a stop but his shoes are smoking as he does so. "Okay wow that was dumb," he mutters. He looks around grinning. "This is so cool," he says to his teammates, "unicorns in the Wild West it's like a movie."

When Steve realized that Barry wasn't moving at a 'normal' speed, he stepped next to him, catching him as he stumbled. Better that he hit him than one of the other patrons or the people of Tombstone seeing something they shouldn't. At least with so much dust around, people might not notice the condition of Barry's shoes.

Instead of commenting on it being 'dumb', Steve just quirked an eyebrow at Barry. "Is being in a movie better than being in the comics?"

Barry smiled sheepishly. "Sorry Cap didn't see you there," he says, "and yeah being in the movies is awesome...well unless you fighting zombies....zombies are always bad."

"It's okay. I'm used to having thing run into me." Usually at high speeds and with more malicious intent than Barry. "Hopefully movies would be better than those serials I did." Zombies. Normally he wouldn't even consider that option but now he couldn't help thinking about it. "Do zombies exist in your reality?"

"If they do I don't know about them," Barry says thoughtfully, "Cisco might but since he's not here right now I can't ask. Shame because he would be love this."

"I haven't seen any and Thor hasn't mentioned them." So that was two realities connected to Steve's that were probably zombie free. "Cisco might show up. Get to see whatever else the Library's going to throw at us."

"Please don't say throw...throw implies something is going to hit us and I do not want to die by unicorn horn that would just be weird," he says with a laugh.

"Something is usually trying to hit me. It's one of the reasons I carry that shield around." He can joke about that with Barry since none of the Avengers are around to glare at him. "I don't think the unicorns are violent. Just... fussy. Like the old ladies I used to deal with during the war bonds tour."

Barry nods. "Those old ladies are fussy yeah," he says, "I got wacked by so many purses back home it got nuts. But I'm sure you don't want to hear me babble about little old ladies. We need to start looking for unicorns."

Maybe it was some kind of cosmic joke that he was on the team that was hunting unicorns. Even if his years in the ice didn't count, his lack of - ah - experience was unusual. Steve was probably one of the only virgins in the Library.

Which everyone would find out about once they were close enough to the unicorns for them to notice him. If the legends about them were true. Considering that he knew a Norse god and he'd fought aliens, Steve figured that that the 'attracted to virgins' part of the story was true. It seemed to be the kind of thing that fate liked to throw at him.

It didn't really bother him but the teasing that would happen later would get tiring. But it'd be better than the deep freeze jokes he still heard around SHIELD.

Once he was sure that everyone had crossed through the portal safely, Steve broke away from the group long enough to talk to a few of the locals. When he looked properly interested and sympathetic, they were more willing to talk. Heading back to the others, he considered what he'd been told. "Most people said that they headed north but we're probably not going to be the only group after them."

Glorfindel was confused. Unicorns were shiny and exotic and he was shiny and exotic- they should love him! But instead every time he approached one to try to herd it with the group and help out, the unicorns didn't seem that inclined to listen or stay around him. He yelped as one started to look as if it was going to charge him. Sure he could take it down easily with his sword but it would be a pity to harm such a lovely creature.

He didn't know about the whole virgin thing but it figured that just after he finally got married would be the day he encountered unicorns.

"Come on! I just want to be your friend!" the Elf called after the last unicorn, huffing with frustration. He was already thinking about the bridle with bells and shiny things that he could get a unicorn mount but this plan wasn't working out as he envisioned.

"I think someone else may need to approach them, I don't think they like me," he finally admitted with a sigh, bowing his head.

"I'm sure they like you just fine," She said quietly, stepping up beside Glorfindel. "I'm Felicity by the way. How long have you been in the library?"

"Maybe once they get to know me? I'm really nice!" Glorfindel pouted with a sigh before looking at the woman who joined him as the unicorn ran away from him with an angry snort.

He gave her a smile and a nod of his head in greeting. "Well met, Felicity! I am Glorfindel. I have only been here a few months, this place is still rather strange for me."

"I do not seem to be having the same issue." Tauriel called from where she stood. It seemed that all she had to do was stand in one place long enough and the creatures would approach her. That was odd. Indeed, the unicorn that had run away from Glorfindel immediately came over to inspect her.

"This is strange, but it may be helpful."

So far, she did not make a move to disturb the unicorns in any way, and simply let them inspect her, staying very still. She thought it would be better to agree on a plan before she used this fascination they had to help complete the task.

Watching the exchange between the patrons, Steve wasn't quite sure if he should mention why the unicorns were drawn to some and not to others. Technically he wasn't even sure if the myths were true... until he stepped closer to the herd and one of the unicorns decided to become his friend.

Patting the creature's nose when it started to nuzzle him, he turned toward the others. Giving them a sheepish look while continuing to pet the unicorn. "According to legends, they attracted to a certain trait. If you're not - uh - " If he was speaking to his team or people from his world Steve wouldn't hesitate but he had no idea if the Elves would be insulted by the subject. "Chaste."

Actually, if that were the case, it would have been far worse in Tauriel's mind if they had run from her. Such activities outside of marriage were unthinkable to elves, and so there was really no shame in her chastity.

"Then I suppose it is fortunate that I am unpledged."

While she was courting Kili, that was certainly not the same thing. She looked over and arched an eyebrow while reaching out to gently pet the unicorn, hoping to keep it calm.

"How can we use this advantage?"

Glorfindel looked over at Steve before laughing. Not at them but mostly at himself and the situation he found himself in. It was just his luck that after 15,000 odd years the moment he pledged himself to Ecthelion that they would encounter creatures like this.

He kept a distance since apparently the unicorns were like Elves in that they could sense these things at a glance. He wasn't ashamed of being married but he was rather amused at the whole situation. And disappointed, he had been looking forward to having a unicorn friend.

"Is there anything I can do then?" he asked, not wanting to startle the unicorns by walking closer. He had never met Tauriel but the redhair was rather startling. But he would talk to her later, he wondered if she was from Arda as well. "I'm pledged so I'm not going to be able to get close to them."

"Tell me about it," She said with a nod. "I haven't been here that long and I am still learning things. It's crazy really." Felicity would know a little something about crazy, with how she spend her nights.

"I'm sure, where are you from?" She asked, genuinely interested.

"Me? I'm from a place called Imladris- or Rivendell in the common language, in Arda," Glorfinel said, not expecting her to know of it given she was dressed unlike any Man he knew. "What about you? I am still learning of other worlds there, it's very fascinating!"

Felicity looked utterly confused at the name never having heard of it before. "I'm from a place called Starling City. Um it's on Earth. I suppose that's a thing now huh?"

It was so odd to her, but also kind of exciting.

After they all realized that the legends about unicorns were true, Steve knew what his role in this would be. It wasn't embarrassing that they were drawn to him. Mostly. He'd heard Bucky's comment to Tony and well... He couldn't help thinking of the blind dates and then of Peggy and...

At least waiting for 'the right partner' meant that he could help round up the unicorns. It might even help him when dealing with the elves since it seemed like their culture valued chastity. Think of the positive side of this instead of the regrets that had been holding him back for the past few years.

Striding toward the unicorns, Steve tried not to act concerned when a couple of the 'horses' broke away from the group to investigate him. One snorted and shook its head as if trying to decide what Steve was while the other seemed happy to have a virgin to visit with. A large, white nose nudged his shoulder while the other unicorn slowly stepped closer. It would be weeks before the team stopped teasing him about this...

Whoops, you heard that? If only he knew.

Bucky had, with some of the others, tried getting close and it never worked. The moment they figured out that the legend was real was the moment Bucky decided he needed to go do something else. Wrangling pretty ponies wasn't going to be his job in all this.

So he's been trying, for the most part, to keep towns folk away or happy, or, in one case, take down a couple of guys who were trying to rope themselves a pretty free horse that they had no idea was horned.

One thing is for sure, he was pretty good with riding horses. One of the thieves that he took down left him his horse (wasn't that nice of him?) So Bucky rode it around on the outskirts of where he saw Rogers. He sat, at a good distance, dressed all in black and with a hat on, 'bending' in. Look, he's good with his training. He can god damn well blend in if he needs too, metal hand and all.

Anyhow, he was hovering back a ways, watching the man that he wants to know, watching him as Unicorns started to get closer. He snorted, running his gloved metal hand over his face to hide... yeah, a smile.

For a few seconds, Steve didn't realize he was being watched. The 'horses' held his attention more than they probably should have but with two large, potentially angry unicorns close he didn't want to be distracted in case they decided they didn't like him. Which didn't seem to be a real danger once they sensed whatever told them that Steve was a virgin. One kept demanding that he rub its nose while the other crowded close like an eager puppy.

Once he was sure he wasn't going to get trampled, Steve began looking around. Automatically he checked where Tony was, nodding to him so that he knew not to worry. Then he noticed the rider dressed in black. His jaw almost dropped when he realized who it was. Horseback riding was not a skill Steve had expected. It reminded him of the silly games they'd played as kids.

The unicorns seemed content to follow him as long as he didn't get too close to someone that they didn't like... and didn't stop rubbing the friendly one's nose. Heading toward Bucky, he stopped a safe distance away and tried to ignore the way the unicorns kept trying to get him to pet them. "You didn't take your own advice. You said no black so we we didn't look like horse thieves."

Okay, perhaps ALL black was an over statement. He was in a black hat though, and his pants were a dark shade of grayish brown that looked more... black. the shirt was a button up off white, seen better days shirt, with a black vest, so, okay not ALL black but black enough. Who knows where he got the duds, but the red neckerchief around his neck to complete the local attire was a nice touch, right?

Seriously, don't ask who dressed him. Or how he knows how to ride a horse (this isn't his first horse at least, and he did remember how, for some reason, so that was nice). He actually looked more relaxed on the back of the horse then he does while standing somewhere.

As the Captain approached, Bucky watched him, but more watched the damned horned horses come with him, nudging and nuzzling and looking for virgin attention. At the mans comment he gave a single shoulder shrug. Do as I say not what I do? "Black is comfortable." He should leave it at that, but he continues with, "I already look like a horse bandit. I might as well go with it." Not that it's come across like that. He might not be picking up a name for himself here, but the locals he has been around are alright with him. Or so he thinks.

"You'd look shady if you dressed in black."

Dozens of questions ran through his mind but Steve knew if he asked, Bucky would probably disappear again. He'd pushed just enough while talking to him about the job. Asking about the riding skills would probably lead to something that neither one of them wanted to deal with. But Steve really couldn't imagine HYDRA teaching the Winter Soldier to ride for a mission. Maybe Bucky was like Steve, able to learn physical tasks quickly and with only minimal training.

"Didn't know colors could be comfortable. I'll remind you of that next time you make comments about my spangles." Steve had managed to find colors that blended into the desert, browns and tan and a white hat as a joke. Since Bucky had been so adamant about no black, Steve figured that meant he had to wear the usual symbol of the western hero.

Rolling his eyes, he gently pushed aside an overly friendly unicorn. "You don't look like a horse bandit." He had the feeling that most horse thieves weren't as well dressed as anyone in their group. Patting one of the unicorn's neck, he grinned at Bucky. "Why would I look shady in black?"

He's done it before, and adapted well enough. He might not remember the mission but muscle memory was one hell of a thing. Besides, he picked things up fast. He was sure the man would also, if he took someones horse for a ride.

"Your spangles are loud and are in no way comfortable." he said with no emotion, just leaning on the horn of the saddle and watching the man and the horned beasts. "That shield is a big target, so is the suit." At least in black he can hide better. This is logic, Rogers.

the horses were so friendly to Steve. It was interesting. So far he himself just scared everything away by existing. And he wasn't 'well' dressed as the clothing was 'old' looking, but he and the rest of them were all a bit better looking them the poor around here. Someone called him a city slicker at one point.

"Close enough." To looking like a bandit. H let the horse he was riding step closer to Rogers and the unicorns, but kept trying to tug him back, so not to scare them. "You have a friendly face. Black wouldn't work for you. The horses ruin the image too. You have them here. Why not lead them to the exit."

Draping an arm over the back of one of the unicorns, he gave Bucky the grin that always drove his friend crazy. The 'yes I'm going to do something stupid and no you're not going to stop me' one that usually got Steve swatted. "You sure? Things didn't go well for me when I quit wearing the red, white, and blue."

That was an understatement but Steve wasn't going to bring up being Bucky's target or HYDRA. "The shield is an antique. One of a kind." And one of the few things he had left of the past. Even if it was a target, he wasn't going to put it aside.

"There goes all my hopes of being a ninja." Shrugging, Steve moved away from the unicorn. Or tried to. It followed him like an eager puppy. So did a few others. That could be helpful if some of them didn't decide they wanted to stay in Arizona. "I was waiting for someone to keep them from trying to wander away while I led them back."

He didn't react too visibly to the look on the mans face, but there was a twitch of his head, just a bit to the side, and one eye squinted just a smidge, as if his brain just was hit with something and he wasn't sure what it was. Reaching his gloved metal hand up he used it to shift the beaten black hat just a bit lower on his forehead. This man and his damn... everything. Memories and things. "Do things go well for you ever?"

As Rogers started to move away from the unicorns and they moved with him, Bucky shifted in the saddle, making his horse move, slowly, along with them, though he kept the distance still. "The shields wielder seems to be a one of a kind antique as well." That... that was said with a bit more of the old Bucky tone. A bit of hidden snark. The Asset looked away in mild annoyance at himself, fidgeting with the hat again and frowning.

He glanced away, looking around the flats for the black unicorn he'd ran into before. He'd gotten this horse while helping the black one. He hadn't seen another like it and wondered if someone got it or if it was else where. He glanced back to Rogers, brow raising.

"Might be smarter to get another... pure... human to help you. If I get too close they might freak out and take off your head." Or shove a horn through someone. Notice how he's sticking around anyhow. Willing to help.

Oh, he'd been joking. He didn't honestly think that the virgin shtick was real. Then there they were. Gathering around Steve like he was made of the primest alpha alpha. Furrowing his brow, he watched the horses nuzzle him... The fact he knew WHY they were interested honestly made him extraordinarily uncomfortable.

Which was why he dared to try and weed his way around the horses and escape the sudden peek of interest in a few other horses. Unicorns... right. Snorting indignantly, he rose up on his toes to look at Steve over one of the tall backs. "Steve... I see you have new friends... if you stay still... I don't think we're going to make in progress..."

One of the unicorns glared at him, and he glared right back. "What are you looking at perverted equine?"

Steve wasn't paying attention to his team as much as he normally would. Making sure that he wasn't attacked or trampled had been his priority once he realized that the unicorns were interested in him. He wanted the others safe but he couldn't do anything to protect them if the unicorns decided to attack him. Not that it seemed likely with how much they seemed to like him.

They acted more like puppies than what Steve assumed how horses would act. A few of them bumped into him, causing him to stumble a few steps but other than that they were careful to make sure that he wasn't hurt by them.

Looking past one of the overly friendly unicorns, he flushed slightly when he saw Tony. The Avengers had assumed he was a inexperienced but Steve had never really commented on it. What he had and hadn't done with Peggy was no one's business but theirs. "I'll start moving. I just wanted to make sure they weren't going to be aggressive before I tried herding them in the right direction."

Fighting back a smile at Tony's reaction to the cranky unicorn, he managed to keep his expression basically Cap-like. Slowly he started walking in the direction they needed the 'horses' to go, relieved when they started to follow. "They're not that bad, Tony. It's not their fault they're only drawn to some traits."

"What? You mean the purer than snow aspect? The unsullied? You are adorable." Smirking over at Steve, he stopped to send another Unicorn a glare that seemed intent on nuzzling more places than Steve's chest or neck. What was WRONG with these things? "Hey! Watch where you put that nose you lecherous pony."

In all his life, he did not expect to be yelling jokes about getting heads out of the gutter to unicorns. He looked at the one next to him and frowned. "What are you looking at? Don't tell me you fart rainbows, too." The horse bit at him and snorted before walking away. And yes... the jerk flicked his tail just in time to hit him in the face with it. "Punk."

Rolling his eyes, he called out. "They're like nasty old men... or women!" Another tail hit his face. Yeah. He normally wouldn't get so angry about this nonsense, but it really seemed to be getting under his skin.

"I am not adorable." That would sound better if he sounded more like Cap than Steve but it was difficult to feel like Captain America while surrounded by creatures that looked like they were from a kid's cartoon show. Having Tony teasing him about the unicorns made it even more difficult to sound serious. Or, more correctly, his boyfriend teasing him about it.

Tony wasn't going to freak over this... right? Morals might have changed while Steve was in the ice but there wasn't anything wrong with still being a virgin.

It wasn't any different than the Howling Commandos teasing him about his inexperience. There was no reason to worry about it. "They're not doing anything wrong." Well, most of them weren't. Tony might be right about one or two of them being lecherous.

As he continued guiding the unicorns, he gave Tony an innocent look. "You mean like the old ladies and men that you leave me with at those charity parties? The unicorns are more polite than your guests."

"Oh, you're perfectly adorable. Especially when you scowl like that." He started to smirk then laughed softly. Only he could break when teasing Steve Rogers. So what if he had a ridiculous soft spot for the blonde. Could anyone really blame him for that?

Not that he liked the idea of what those Unicorns were doing. "Steve. Darling. They are sniffing in places their muzzles should not be. They steal pretty little virgins with their lies and deceit. Do not listen to their lies... DO NOT DRINK THE KOOL-AID." He stressed the last part dramatically... and that was when a hoove stomped down on his foot.

A string of indignant curses left him as he hissed sharply. "You did that on purpose you... you cradle robbing horse! I don't care if he is technically insanely old."

Then he stopped and gave Steve the strangest wide eyed look. "Wait... were the old people copping feels on you? Because I might have to kill them... humanely.. but kill nonetheless."

"Captain America is not supposed to be adorable." But Tony really didn't seem him as Cap unless they were on a mission and even then it wasn't constant. "I might have been adorable when I was tiny but not now." He would have groused over it worse back then but it would have fit more than it did when he was over six feet tall.

Darling? Tony normally used nicknames and some of them might have slipped into pet name territory but that was new. That was... what Tony had promised when Steve had asked about coming home from the war. For a few seconds he ignored the unicorns and their questionable attention to give Tony a brilliant smile. "I'd like it if you called me that again later." The others could decide if he meant 'adorable' or 'darling'.

"I'm not a silly little virgin to be stolen and there's no Kool-Aid here." He accompanied the comment with a bewildered look that was completely fake. Steve knew what the reference meant but he could see if Tony figured that out.

When Tony made that pained noise, Steve glared at the offending unicorn. "You will not hurt him." Either the unicorns wanted to keep the virgin happy or his Cap voice worked on them too. The unicorn glared at Tony but moved away. The others seemed to be willing to keep a wary distance from Tony so Steve began to relax as he lead them toward the portal.

"Not just the old people. They were the polite ones. They just wanted a little thrill for old times' sake. The others..." There was a reason why he usually was the wallflower at those parties. It was harder for people to grope him if he was in the background.

[1: Taking down a Horse Thief]
Once they learned that the virgin thing was true, Bucky wasn't going to bother rounding them up. Not only was he not a virgin, he wasn't really 'pure' in any way HE could think of. Maybe by the fact that his memories were a MESS made him pure and clean slate in some ways was one thing, but he personally felt that the instant he got near the unicorns would scatter. And they had, a few times.

That lead him to helping with keeping the towns folk out of this mess. No sense in someone getting hurt. So he actually... took this as a mission, blending in better than one might think of a brainwashed man with a metal arm. You can sometimes find him chatting with a local, or 'chatting' as in letting them talk to him and him nodding to things.

Or you can watch him as he... ah, yes, he just hogtied a man to the ground and is now doing that swagger step thing after another guy, with a twist of his wrist he caught the man with a lasso, yanking him off his horse. The man had roped himself a black horse, it's coat shiny and bright, a Black Beauty of the wild ponies the locals were watching. The Unicorn itself was stamping in a fit, trying to get free.

It took off running the moment Bucky yanked the man off his horse. The man didn't stay down long though. He was a big guy, getting up fast and shucking off the rope, charging Bucky. It's going to come down to a good old fist fight, if anyone is interested in joining. Either that or taking care of the poor guy who is yelling from the ground where his hands and boots are tied together...

Felicity was never the type of person to sit on her laurels and do nothing. She saw a problem, figured it out, and fixed it, granted Oliver or John were usually doing the fixing, but she had to improvise.

It wasn't like she hadn't been bait before, it's just that usually she knew she had back up. This time, not so much.

"Hey there," She said quietly. "You have such a pretty coat. How about you come with me?"

This was probably going to end badly, as she was far from a virgin.

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The elf watched the woman approach the creatures, frowning a little. Wood-elves had a way with animals, and she could sense the tension in the unicorns at her approach. They did not seem to react the same way to herself, yet she still stayed put, observing.

"Be cautious." She warned. "I... do not think they approve of you."

Felicity huffed out a laugh. "If the myths are true, they most definitely won't approve of me, but the question is are they true?" Felicity looked at the woman then.

"Do they approve of you?"

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AUGUST EVENT - UNICORN STAMPEDE

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Because well... they are going to have to meet eventually anyway...

Ahhhhhhhh

\o/ ALL THE LOVE (Even if Tony is hoping Bucky doesn't shoot him...)

(He wont, he swears)

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Figured I'd throw her in somewhere :-)

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Tony is not happy XD

Poor Tony. He's not the only one in the Steve fanclub now

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