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[GP/EP] Check-in Day
The woodwinds in her collection were for noodling mostly, and the violin was for memory of her family, but when Curnen really wanted to play she turned again and again to her guitar. This would probably always be her best instrument. It was the first of the month, she’d been here over a year, and it was probably a check-in day. So she sat on the lawn with her instrument in her lap, sending out a subtle magic to call anyone stranded in their little world this way.
At one point, though, she set aside the guitar and turned her face to the sky. For just a few minutes she required a different kind of magic.
It had been a week now since Scanlan had vanished in the battle. And Pike, too, though Curnen honestly couldn’t have cared less about her going away if she tried. Still. The two of them were family to people very dear to her, people who missed them. And Scanlan had been her friend. You marked something like that with a song.
Of all the money that e'er I had
I spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas, it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
It was a traditional Irish goodbye, a farewell to friends said with love, drinking, well wishes, and the hope of meeting again. She couldn’t think of a better one for the occasion. And as she sang she twined her magic into her voice in a new way, sending the song to any ears that needed it, ears of those who knew and missed the departed. Not all of them might understand it, not all of them knew what she was, but she didn’t particularly care about that right now. The song was more important than the hiding.
Once the last note had dissipated she picked up her guitar again and resumed her work. If there were anybody out there, they had to know where to go.
At one point, though, she set aside the guitar and turned her face to the sky. For just a few minutes she required a different kind of magic.
It had been a week now since Scanlan had vanished in the battle. And Pike, too, though Curnen honestly couldn’t have cared less about her going away if she tried. Still. The two of them were family to people very dear to her, people who missed them. And Scanlan had been her friend. You marked something like that with a song.
Of all the money that e'er I had
I spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas, it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
It was a traditional Irish goodbye, a farewell to friends said with love, drinking, well wishes, and the hope of meeting again. She couldn’t think of a better one for the occasion. And as she sang she twined her magic into her voice in a new way, sending the song to any ears that needed it, ears of those who knew and missed the departed. Not all of them might understand it, not all of them knew what she was, but she didn’t particularly care about that right now. The song was more important than the hiding.
Once the last note had dissipated she picked up her guitar again and resumed her work. If there were anybody out there, they had to know where to go.
Re: Bucky and Loki
For the moment, Loki marked but ignored the new rise of tension. It wasn’t an immediate concern yet. “Which do you prefer?” ‘Bucky’ sounded like a small animal prone to chewing things, but there probably were worse names.
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If Loki was reading Bucky or trying to see into his mind, Bucky wouldn't notice. There were feelings of trepidation in regards to the new person in his room. And fear. There also was love. He would never admit it outright, but he was glad that Steve wasn't here, trapped in this situation like he was. It wasn't fair to the soldier.
Nobody deserved the private hell Bucky would have to go through here or in his mind.
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Fortunately, it didn't seem to be breeding specific mistrust either, and that was good enough. "Until and unless you find a preference, I'll stick with Bucky." If nothing else, the fact that it was the first one mentioned might indicate a less-than-conscious preference.
Loki uncurled his legs and hopped off the bed. "Your room and a drink was our deal, I believe, but not here. Come with me?"
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Still, the man had been kind, helped him. Not tried to shoot him into the wall. Really though, all things considered, Loki didn't seem too bad. And he turned into a cat. Who wouldn't want that in their life?
"A drink. Yes." Bucky nodded his head. "You did, uh... Back downstairs, I guess?"
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A little time away from people and in a space that was not, in itself, stressful, might actually help Bucky. If nothing else, he'd find it easier to keep watch when there was no chance of having to be on guard against anyone but a god of mischief.
Not actually that reassuring, was it? Oh well! "My room has roof access via a balcony. Plenty of escape options, doesn't look like this," brief gesture around at the red, white, and blue, "and I believe I still have some liquor left over from my brother's last visit."
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Balcony? His eyes widened when Loki mentioned escape options. "Huh, okay." Perhaps he had more in common with the man than he had originally assumed. There was a slight smile, a crook of the lips and a glimmer of something that almost reached his eyes as he nodded in acquiescence. Bucky moved over to the door and opened it, stepping through and waiting for Loki to lead him up to the fourth floor.
"So," he murmured. "You, uh... You have a brother?" At least the man had family here and he wasn't alone. Some might have preferred that. Bucky still wasn't sure how he'd feel if Steve showed up here. Rogers was the closest thing he had to family. Even his faulty memory had told him that in not so many images.
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Of course, Loki had been correct. Bucky really was following just like Loki would like him to, without even realizing he was doing it. "Huh. Sounds like my friend, Steve." He tried to smile, but there was something sad in his eyes as he spoke. "Are you glad to have someone from your home here with you, at least?"
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And Steve, was it? Red, white, and blue. A soldier. He'd been suspicious, but this might be proof. "Or at least three, if your Steve's last name is Rogers. What a coincidence." It actually was, but it didn't hurt to sound like he did these things on purpose.
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His smile faded when Loki kept talking. "Wait, what?" He swallowed, his good hand reaching out to press palm side against the wall. Three others were from his world. And Steve was one of them. Did that mean he was from Loki's world too? He froze staring at Loki in shock. Steve was here? "Uh... Huh. Um," he stammered. "Yes, that... That's his name."
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At the slight noise and halted footsteps of the other man, Loki stopped and turned. He spared a glance for the hand on the wall, but otherwise didn't remark on it directly. If this was new information, good: better than being taken by surprise. "I haven't had a lot of direct contact with Captain Rogers myself, and unless he arrived at the same time you did, he's not one of them. There's my brother and a fellow by the name of Tony Stark. Or Iron Man, if you're willing to indulge him. And you for three. Again, allowing certain assumptions to stand as true."
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Until he said Steve's name.
"Four," he said softly. "I... I met a kid. He... He knew me. From the future, I think." His words were broken, stilted almost as he struggled to find the right words. "Fought me. Fought Steve. Fought for Tony..." Bucky shook his head slightly. Reluctantly, he lowered his hand from the wall and resumed moving forward with Loki. "He's here too. From... Our world, I guess." Even if Loki didn't know the kid, the kid had known him.
"Said there was a video... Of us fighting." He frowned. He still wasn't sure he wanted to see it. "I... I don't remember anything he said. From the future..." He glanced up at Loki. He really didn't know if he wanted to run into Steve or not. "Let... Let's go get that drink."
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"And yes, let's." He continued leading the way up to the fourth floor, where there weren't many rooms - the comparative isolation of the Sky Room was another bright spot, in Loki's view - and into the Sky Room itself.
The exit to the balcony, with the roof overhanging slightly, was obvious; he didn't bother to point it out. Instead he beelined for the little wall-nook by the bed to retrieve two small glasses and a bottle. Whiskey, probably. It likely didn't matter much. "Feel free to explore or what-have-you. I personally find the roof most calming."
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His head nodded in agreement. He can feel the feeling of calm as well. At least he was blessed that, with his gifts, he couldn't hear someone else's thoughts too.
"I..." He shook his head. He really didn't want to explore Loki's room either. It wasn't a safe house, it was his room. There should have been some small modicum of privacy. "Done enough for today," he murmured.
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"HYDRA imprisoned me. Frozen. Take out to complete mission and then return. Wipe. No memory." His voice was soft, quiet as he told his tale. "Poked. Prodded. Wiped. Repeatedly." He hoped that his story was making sense, as he really didn't want to go into too much detail. He would, however, if he had to.
Bucky took the glass from Loki, staring down at the amber liquid. "Walls not seen, but at least there is more room to breathe."
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"Four hours in all directions, I'm not sure if anyone told you. Roughly a kilometer up, I've been told. Though of course I can't fly, so it's nothing to me." Loki sipped his drink, then continued. "All walls have holes and cracks somewhere. I intend to find them, in time."
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"It was mentioned." His hand trembled as he lifted his glass and took a sip. "Go out, come back. Go up, come back. Can't get far." Bucky shrugged his shoulders, looking over at Loki. "If they exist, you have to find them. Probably very remote." And yes, he was offering his help if Loki wanted it.
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This place would be no different. There was always a way out. "I wouldn't mind the company. That arm of yours doesn't have any sensor apparatus, does it?"
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His eyes narrowed and he stared down at his arm. "Yes," he murmured. Bucky closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on the Winter Soldier knowledge. It was still in his mind, but the brain had become foggy with the Bucky memories coming to the surface. "There are sensors for stabilization. Balance and accuracy for throwing," he murmured, remembering how he had thrown Steve's shield with ease. "Sensory array. Undetectable by metal detectors. Able to hide weaponry from being detected."
His eyes opened and he looked back over at Loki. "Can any of that be useful?"
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Thor was many things. Subtle wasn't generally one of them.
"If you'll take my advice, never stay in a cage if you have the opportunity to leave it behind." There was something almost bewitching in the idea of being somewhere untouchable and untraceable... but there were many such places in the universe, surely. There was no reason to stay on one so pink. "But I'm sure we'll have time to convince you to my point of view on that."
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Glancing down at his metal hand, Bucky flexed it, making a fist and letting it out slowly. It was his arm, something he couldn't change about himself. He wasn't sure what Loki meant, what he'd been asking about in regards to his arm, but it clearly wasn't what Loki wanted.
"I have the feeling we have lots of time. We're both stuck here," he said softly.
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"But yes. Plenty of time." There was always plenty of time, and it was important to be patient in prison. Be patient, find things to occupy the time. But still, the more time that passed, the less peaceful one could be about it. At least it wasn't solitary confinement. "And at least we're not completely surrounded by definite enemies." Completely surrounded by possible enemies was, of course, both different and a constant.
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This place may be a prison, but could he stop running here?
Bucky frowned at Loki. "Enemies. Not surrounded, but I've already run into one of mine. Wanted to shoot me," he murmured. Bucky slugged back his drink and reached out to pour himself another. They may not be surrounded, but he sure didn't like running into Stark on his first day here. "Time is an illusion," he said softly. "It's a constant. What is one day for one person is one year for another. Watching people die. Not easy."
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But saying so out loud would hardly endear him. The point about time was more interesting anyway. "And it's more difficult here. People stuck in a past, or a future, or a different universe entirely. Perhaps fortunately, all the old rules apply. When faced with multiple options, we don't have to know. We just decide."
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