Spud

Full House

Leiren Collab Part 2
Home Alone

The end of Leith’s shift couldn’t come soon enough, work took agonisingly longer than usual with Ceren sitting there, innocently enough, but so darn tempting. Finally the shift ended and Ben and Nick waved Leith off, Leith didn’t take a moment's pause to drag Ceren over to the pick-up truck, pulling him up into the cab section of the car.
Heated kissing erupted, the shyness in their relationship long since forgotten, they’d been together long enough that hesitancy had melted away, plus, living with Leith’s family had really put a damper on things, when they finally got a moment to themselves, it was more often than not very physical and tactile. Hands and lips exploring each other quite liberally before breaking for a moment to catch their breaths.

”We should get back” Leith admitted reluctantly. Aunt May might have started on the dinner, and he didn’t like to make things difficult to her by showing up late. Little did he know there was no one home for dinner, they’d all gone to be with Richard.
”Twenty minutes,” Ceren panted softly, tugging Leith back into him. Their lips collided once more, Ceren tugging the other into the cabin of the truck. Lips moved expertly along a scruffy jaw, thoroughly enjoying the burning of short hairs scraping against his lips and tongue. He nipped along his lovers neck, smirking when he got to just the right place. Teeth sank into the curve of warm flesh, knowing he’d get Leith to agree now. ”Twenty minutes and we’ll go,” he swore in a breathy whisper.

”Uhuh- twenty-” Leith agreed, or rather, he had no choice but to agree, Ceren had located the spot that made Leith’s knees weak and he was powerless to resist and yet to build up an immunity to this damned trick.
Of course, still parked out the back of the garage,the “staff only” parking, meant they wouldn’t be disturbed or get ticketed for public indecency, Leith didn’t park out on the street where they’d get into trouble.
The back of the truck wasn’t necessarily … romantic … Heck, Leith would likely never have proposed sex in his truck if there wasn’t any other alternative. Before moving in with his mom, they had comfy, clean areas … His truck was not one of those areas, it was cramped littered with tools and parts from time to time. He kept it clean enough but it was hard to keep a fresh valet feel when he was working most of the time. Granted, it had enough space to do the deed, and relative privacy compared to his home at least.

A little over twenty minutes later, as Ceren had guestimated, they were done … Having fuck all time for fucking had made them surprisingly quick at getting off given the chance, though Leith missed being able to take his time, any time they could have was blessing enough.
He was surprised to find the house quiet when they pulled into the driveway at home.
“Mom? Aunt May? Bails? Tar?”
No responses. He looked around the silent, darkened house, flicking on lights as he went. Sure enough, on the fridge was a note from mom. Leith was half annoyed, half ecstatic.

Richard invited us to dinner this afternoon,
feel free to stop by if you can make it.
Some cash for you and Ceren to have dinner together.
❤ Mom.

“Cer, no one’s home. They went out for dinner.”

Dinner Prt 2
Grey, Si & Spud

“Do they have pizza and chips?” Bailey asked, high-end cuisine didn’t quite cater to her young, fast-food-loving palette. Potato chips and whatever was on top of her pizza was pretty much the majority of the vegetables that Bailey ate.
“I don’t think so sweetie” May said gently, scanning the menu. There wasn’t a snowballs chance in hell Bailey would dare eat sushi or squid, maybe she’d settle for chicken katsu … at the very least it was sort of like regular western chicken … maybe she’d be convinced to have some noodles too, but she was incredibly fussy. Japanese cuisine wasn’t exactly the most popular for kids Bailey’s age in the US!! They lived on pizza, McDonalds and burritos.

Pizza and chips? At a place like this? Oh poor dear, your social class is showing. Richard smiled, looking down at the options, wedged over to one tiny corner was a more westernized flare which surely Meri was eye for her kids. Not a whole lot of choices, either something from the kitchen at best, maybe some sort of fried rice or teppanyaki’d chicken. But certainly no pizza or chips, at least to the best of Richard’s concern yet if Bailey really wanted it he was sure he could get the kitchen to prepare something special for her with a bit of pushing.

Taron's eyes were glued to his phone. He was awaiting a text from his girlfriend, barely paying attention to his family. With the new addition to his gaming devices, the idea of telling Ceren popped into his mind. Taron was sure Ceren and his brother were far too busy with each other to get a reply but he figured he may as well tell him. Ceren was his best friend after all.

Quick fingers tapped against his screen, text spelling itself out word by word. It wouldn't be a secret that they went out to dinner with Richard so Taron felt no need to keep the gift a secret. He and Ceren would just share snarky jokes about it anyways. Although, Taron would admit it was nice to be showered with gifts, shown that someone thought about him.
“Who are you texting? Is it your giiirrrllllffffrrrriiiieeennndddd?” Bailey teased, leaning over to try and see her brothers phone. She made kissy-face noises and May shot her a serious look.
“Bailey, please behave, we are at the dinner table”
“No, It’s Cer,” Taron shrugged his sister away, glaring at her from the corner of his eye. His gaze flickered to his mother for a moment, curious about her reaction before he returned it to his phone, message sent.
“Fine” he sighed.

It was going to be a long dinner. Bailey and Taron were, well a handful at times. Taron with his girl, Bailey, well she was the youngest. But thank gods for May or else Meredith would have to handle all three children tonight. Still Taron seemed to be too busy with his phone to even begin to think about dinner, Bailey was all too busy bothering her brother and quite possibly there was nothing that would seem appetizing for her.

“Taron, put it away. Please.” A stern motherly voice disapproved of texting at the table. Although Richard had his phone out and set on the countertop. Only adults evidently got to play with their phones at dinner time. Eyes returned to his mother, rolling around in annoyance. Honestly, Taron wondered if she could get any more hypocritical. He didn’t exactly listen, putting the phone in his lap where she couldn’t see, but he didn’t openly not listen either. He could practically hear Leith scolding him now.

“How about we split something Bailey sweetie? Uh I think the Chicken Katsu or the Teriyaki Chicken? Oh there’s a Chicken Katsu and Tempura Shrimp Bento combo, you get fried rice, Tempura Shrimp, Chicken Katsu, Tempura veggies, uh sweet potato salad or kombu salad, not sure what kombu salad is, and California or Philadelphia rolls, I think those are not raw fish ones right May? Richard? And house salad with ginger dressing and miso soup. Oh and look Bailey you get uh… A choice of Yuzu Sorbert or Green tea Ice cream. Wow, that’s a lot of food. How does sound sweetie? How about you Taron? Or did you want to split something with Aunt May?”

“Oh Meri, Taron’s big enough to get his own meal, and so can Bailey. What they don’t finish you can take home I’m sure. If not don’t worry about it, let the kids order themselves, May any particular champagne you prefer? Meri? We can always get two bottles and compare which if you ladies has better taste.” A light-hearted chuckle, as Meri uncomfortable laughed along with Richard as her eyes darted quickly to her sister, can you believe this guy?

“I”ll take the Surf and Turf with fried rice please. Oh and a platter of Gyoza for the table, and some fatty tuna Nigiri, let’s say eight? Maybe the kids want to try, and a Kirin for me please. Ask the ladies what sort of bubbly for the table. Do you kids want anything else? Don’t be shy, just ask Uncle Richard and he’ll get it for you. Especially you princess. That Tiara looks perfect on you, make you never let mommy borrow it okay? She might want one for herself...”

Taron….wanted to puke. Uncle Richard? Seriously? Sure, he didn’t hate the guy like Ceren did, but he wasn’t his number one fan. The Uncle Richard bit was over the top, a small smile gracing Taron’s lips as he thought of what his friend would say. His eyes glanced to the gaming console ‘Uncle Richard’ had gotten him, his smile faltering a moment. He couldn’t be that bad but, his gaze turned to the man with too much money and a smooth tongue, the things he said about his brother….

“Oh Rick, you really shouldn’t spoil them so much. All the gifts and the dinner, we’re just a simple family really…” There was nothing simple about their family. The Meyer’s, still somehow sticking with the last name, probably since it was such a hassle to go through a legal name change, that Meredith kept her husband’s name, plus the kids all had his name. There was Leith, and Ceren, Taron and Bailey, May, Meredith all living in a house meant for five. It would all work out if Ceren.. May could take Meredith’s room, Meredith could sleep with Bailey, Taron had his room and Leith had his room. Ceren and Leith, thinking of them even at a place they weren’t at, how did they manage to always be on her mind? Nevermind them for now, tonight maybe, just maybe through the magic of Richard’s bank accounts, they’d be able to enjoy some semblance of a normal family life, even if it was the good life.

“I think that selection sounds lovely Richard” May said sweetly, the sooner they stuffed themselves, the sooner Meredith could get home and put her feet up and relax for just a little while. She more than deserved that.
“Fatty tuna?” Bailey mumbled, wrinkling her nose in distaste.
“Just give it a try dear, you might like it” May suggested, trying to placate the fussy young one. “I’ll have Leith order some take out and if you don’t like anything you can have that when you get back” she whispered, Bailey perked up a little at the suggestion. At least that was one less thing for Meredith to fret about.
May tapped out a message on her phone beneath the table, quickly, discretely.

”Order take-out for Bailey, and enough for Taron too in case, we’ll be back later.
May x”

Leith would obviously find the request strange since Meredith left a note saying they went out for dinner, but he’d oblige regardless … if he wasn’t otherwise ‘occupied’ and didn’t check his phone …
“One champagne ought to do us Richard” she smiled sweetly, gliding smoothly as ever, for Meredith’s sake. “I’m sure the whole wine menu is delightful, but anything will go down a treat. How about number seven? Perrier? Sounds like it’ll go well with the gyoza” May scanned the wine list and picked a mid-range wine that wasn’t too strong, Meredith had already had a drink this morning at the house and there was no need for them to get too tipsy now. Meredith liked to keep her wits about her around Richard. Her sister nodded in agreement to Richard’s glance at his girl.
“Can I try some?” Bailey asked perkily.
“Sur-”

“No Sweetie, it’s for adults, you wouldn’t like it.” A gentle but firm no, as Meredith gave Richard a look. Really? Really Richard? She’s not even old enough to drive! Maybe if Taron ask for some Meredith might, MIGHT, let him have a sip just to see how it tastes, but Bailey? She was just a little girl, “That’s that Bailey, and I’m sure Richard wants to keep us both happy tonight doesn’t he?”
“Of course, maybe we can see if there’s some sparkling juices for you princess. Or would you like some fizzy sodas? Tell the waitress what you want to order Princess. And if you want any desserts you tell Uncle Richard, I’m sure I can convince your Mom she doesn’t have to worry about it since I’m buying after all.” Beaten and cut off at this turn, but how the tables were turned. Reading between the lines, Meredith was put back in her place by Richards slightly snarky comment which would probably go over Bailey’s head, maybe Taron might catch it, but certainly May and Meredith would understand Richard was throwing his wallet around.

“May, I’m going for the Shrimp and Salmon combo. Looks pretty nice. And not too overwhelming. Everything on the menu seems to have at least half a dozen things. Plus Rick’s got us appetizers and sushi. We might even have enough to take home…” For Leith to try. He deserved it just as much as her other kids, working hard to keep them afloat somehow, him and May both deserved this dinner more than she did.

Finally, the complicated order was made, the awkward dinner could commence. As awkward as family dinners could be at home, May thought that this one took the cake. It wasn’t right with two faces absent from the table that simply should have been there. Even though dinners at home could be filled with awkward silences, at least everyone was there (some of the time at least, Meredith didn’t make it to every family dinner but she damn well tried). Ceren was never rude at the dinner table, even though May had her reservations about the young gay couple, she couldn’t fault Ceren for his manners, she’d take dinner with him over Richard’s toxic attitude any day.

Champagne arrived and May politely toasted, what else could she do. Bailey knew things got worse with Richard and Leith when one or the other was around each other … It was almost an unwritten rule that you simply didn’t mention Leith wherever possible if Richard was in a mood. Still, she knew her brother ought to have been with them and she also knew he was old enough to drink.
“You’d probably let Leith have some” Bailey quipped as May set down her champagne flute.

Full House

@The Grey Dust@SilentWriter83 its been 2 months since an IC post, lets electrocute this thread back to life! Im posting the collabs we have so far. Do ya'll wanna skip the rest of the dinner scenes or finish it?

Captain America: The Winter Soldier (Drew/Spud)

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Captain America: The Winter Soldier (Drew/Spud)

Player Name: Spiffy Sebby McSpuddington
Alias: The Winter Soldier, The Asset, Karpov's Pet/Karpov's Dog, Buck, Bucky, Sergeant Barnes, зимний солдат (pronounced: zimniy soldat trans: Winter Soldier)
Real Name: James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes
Moral Alignment: Lawful evil
Affiliation: KGB/HYDRA

Character Origin & Backstory:

.:Pre-War Bucky:.

Bucky was born in Brooklyn, New York where he met and grew up with his best-friend-forever, Stephanie Rogers. The pair were thick as thieves. Meanwhile in Europe, Germany crept towards its Second World War where things were getting pretty messy.

Bucky was drafted into the military, and over the course of his training in the military, Bucky achieved the rank of Sergeant and was assigned to the 107th Regimen. Things were going pretty well for him, however his luck would run out when America became more heavily involved in the Second World War after the bombing of Pearl Harbour.

Barnes was deployed to fight the Nazi forces in mainland Europe.

.:World War Two and First HYDRA Kidnapping:.

During the war the 107th became overwhelmed by enemy forces, trapped and facing certain defeat, HYDRA agents proceeded to capture Barnes and the few remaining survivors left in his company. The 107th were declared MIA and largely presumed dead. Col. Phillips was filling out letters of condolences, but not all believed that the 107th were dead and an elaborate rescue mission was hatched.

Barnes and Co were taken prisoner in a HYDRA Weapons Development facility in Austria where they were forced to build weapons for the enemy (or face brutal beatings and tortures). During his imprisonment, Barnes developed pneumonia and grew too ill to work. He was taken to an isolated infirmary ward where he was then subjected to various torturous HYDRA experiments at the hands of the psychotic Armin Zola. His fellow prisoners of war suspected he succumbed to his illness or died at the hands of HYDRA scientists, either way, they assumed he wouldn't leave the facility alive.

At some point during the experiments he was injected with various serums, trying to replicate the effects of the Super Soldier Serum used on Johann Schmidt and Stephanie Rogers (though Barnes was not injected with Erskines original formula as it was lost when Erskine was murdered). Barnes was badly wounded and gravely ill as a result of the experiments. The weakened soldier clung on for dear life until he and his fellow prisoners were liberated and taken back to the safety of one of the allies camps in Central Europe where Barnes made a steady (though unusually fast) recovery from his injuries.

Barnes joined Rogers for a final WW2 mission to stop HYDRA for good!

.:Final Mission:.

On what would be their final mission together, Barnes and Rogers prepared to hijack a HYDRA train, capture Dr Armin Zola, and stop Red Skull before he could launch his attack. The two life-long friends set off to face their biggest enemy so far. Unfortunately this would be the last time the two would be together for over 70 years.

During the firefight which broke out on the train, Barnes was blasted by HYDRA agents and clung for his life to a piece of railing on the side of the train as the perilous cliff face of the Alps whizzed by for several hundred feet below. Despite her best efforts, Rodgers was unable to grab Barnes before the railing snapped free and he fell from the vehicle. Barnes was declared KIA and his body was never discovered.

Srgt James Barnes was the only Howling Commando operative to die in service of his country.

.:The Fall:.

Barnes' dead body was recovered from an icy river flowing through the mountains when he was discovered by Soviets. The icy water and Zola's experiments managed to maintain Barnes in a suspended status, his heart had stopped and his body was heavily damaged, but somehow he wasn't braindead. He was revived by the Soviets who administered electrical shocks and adrenalin to try and restart his heart while they stemmed the heavy bleeding from his severed left arm and attempted to preserve what they could of his broken body as he thawed.

What happened to Barnes next was a fate even worse than death.

.:Barnes' Return to HYDRA:.

The Soviets handed Barnes over to HYDRA and once again he was subjected to Zola's gruelling experiments. Through careful procedures, HYDRA was able to wake Bucky from his comatose state and fully assess the extent of the damage to his brain. He was stricken with amnesia but aside from the total loss of memory his motor-functions were entirely normal, and to the doctors surprise, some functioned better than average, he had incredible muscle memory and displayed astonishing martial skill, he could also speak several languages but didn't know how he knew them.

Although his brain was alive, and his heart restarted, his body required extensive careful procedures to repair and further enhance, the most complex was his missing arm. His healing factor, enhanced by Zola, greatly aided his physical recovery, although his arm showed no signs of regrowth or significant repair. His severed arm was replaced with a bionic prosthetic that was grafted onto his body during several agonising live-procedures. Barnes was not anaesthetised for his operations.

His amnesia appeared to wane over time and some of his memories began to resurface, to counter this, HYDRA began a series of brainwashing and electroshock conditioning sessions to ensure his compliance and remove any and all memories of his old life. When he began to have episodes of non-compliance and recurring flashbacks, HYDRA opted to freeze him between missions and enforce strict brainwashing procedures as soon as he was wakened from cryo to ensure he remained entirely obedient.

Over the course of the decades that followed, HYDRA used The Winter Soldier to discretely neutralise assigned high-profile targets before storing him in cryogenic sleep until they needed him to perform a hit again. The Winter Soldier was so efficient and prolific at killing that he faded into myth, even the best intelligence agencies couldn't catch him and eventually he became known as a ghost, a myth, a fabled super-assassin with a growing list of successful hits spanning several decades.

He became the Winter Soldier. The worlds greatest assassin. The worlds longest serving prisoner of war.

.:Serbia and the Wolf Spiders:.

When Howard Stark formulated a replica of the original Super Soldier Serum, HYDRA wanted it and the Winter Soldier was sent on a mission to procure the recently replicated Super Soldier Serum. Barnes successfully collected the Serum samples and returned to Serbia where he was wiped clean once again.

The Serum was used to create a group of Super Soldiers for HYDRA, these were the Wolf-Spiders. The Wolf-Spider Program was heavily inspired by Barnes' own modifications and training. Barnes was involved in training the Super Soldiers in combat. When the Spiders turned on their masters during a training exercise the program was quickly shut down and declared a failure. The Wolf Spiders were frozen in cryo-sleep.

Barnes was wiped clean and kept on ice till he was needed by HYDRA again.

.:Thaw:.

The Winter Soldier continued his cycle of waking, killing and freezing once again, with unwavering obedience due to the long-lasting effects of HYDRA's intense brainwashing regime. He remains under HYDRA control, however with a little persuasion (more specifically, a series of code words), the Winter Soldier can be brainwashed and coerced into serving any master. His proficiency in killing make him a valuable HYDRA asset and a formidable enemy to anyone who stands in his way.

The Soldier has recently been unfrozen and unleashed on the hunt for his next target.

Powers and Abilities:

Enhanced Senses: Bucky has extremely keen hearing and eye-sight. Though not impossible, it is very difficult to catch TWS off guard or unawares. If he doesn't see you coming first, he probably hear you.

Enhanced Speed: Augmented Bucky can run up to (and perhaps upwards of) 50mph. His reaction time, like his movement speed, has also increased, meaning he can perceive and respond to movements or scenarios far faster than ordinary humans.

Enhanced Strength: The augmentations performed by Dr Armin Zola have vastly increased TWS's physical capabilities. His body has been pushed to peak physical condition, far surpassing that of even the fittest human athlete.

Bionic Arm: Barnes' left arm is a cybernetic prosthetic. The arm is largely immune to bullets and brute force and packs a mean punch. It can move faster than a regular human arm and employ far greater force than an organic arm.

Expert Marksman: The Winter Soldier is prolific in a large number of ranged weapons. He's lethal with a variety of guns and grenades.

Master Assassin: His long hit-list has no misses, he is an expert sniper. Although he is prolific in ranged weaponry, he is absolutely unbeatable when sniping from a distance. He is also able to employ a terrifying range of methods to dispatch targets, if it can be killed, he'll find a way to kill it.

Hand-to-Hand Combat: His enhanced physiology paired with his bionic arm and training result in an extremely adept fighter. He has ample experience. He also fights with a combat knife.

Healing Factor: As a result of Zola's experiments, Barnes has a generous healing factor, hence his ability to recover from Zola's tortures as well as being able to be revived after his fall from the train in the Alps. He cannot regenerate limbs, however he does heal quickly from injuries and is able to survive what would prove fatal for regular humans.

High Pain Tolerance: The Winter Soldier is in a constant state of low-level pain as the cyber-arm has some trade offs, it exerts some serious stress on his body but he has developed a pain tolerance to counter this side effect. As such, TWS will fight to the point that he cannot stand, ignoring great amounts of pain (e.g in CATWS, Cap breaks TWS's right arm but TWS continues to fight until the Triskellion's go down).

Pilot: TWS is able to hijack and pilot various types of aircraft and vehicles (cars, tanks, motorcycles etc). His HYDRA handlers haven't been able to totally wipe out a Kleptomaniac streak they programmed into his brain, sometimes he steals cars and crashes them for fun.

Espionage: He is a master of disappearing, master spy, he can vanish in a crowd and hide in plain sight. He didn't earn a reputation as a "ghost story" by not being good at vanishing and gathering intelligence on enemies for HYDRA.

Multilingual: Barnes is fluent in English, Russian and Romanian, he is also adept in a handful of other languages.

Weaknesses

Bionic Arm flaws: The bionic arm is NOT indestructible, although it is very very resistant to most damage it contains no vibranium. Tough, but not invulnerable. Electrical pulses can temporarily disable the arm. The Arm is also not as flexible as an organic arm, its inflexibility can be a handicap in some fights!! The bionic arm (in this particular incarnation of TWS) CANNOT be removed/pulled off, this would kill him, the arm is attached to too many other vital systems that it cannot be pulled off without yanking out too many other bones and tissues. Portions of the arm can be ripped out/blasted off, but the arm itself cannot be detached/removed in its entirety from his body.

Electricity: Electrical shocks can mess around with the HYDRA brainwashing as well as his shiny-arm, causing memory flashbacks and confusion. As electroshock therapy was used to regulate his brainwashing, unregulated shocks can alter his brainwashing with unpredictable effects, sometimes the shocks have relatively little effect, other times they can be very debilitating and disorienting or induce flashbacks.

Amnesia: Barnes is an amnesiac and using his codewords can wipe him clean leaving him vulnerable to serve whoever says the words, thus, his code words and triggers are kept a deep dark secret. The process of wiping him clean is incredibly painful but ALWAYS results in total obedience.

Supporting Cast:

Friends

Stephanie Rogers - Childhood friend and All-American hero. They grew up together in Brooklyn before Barnes went to serve in the US military during WW2. The two share a long, happy history ... if only The Winter Soldier could remember any of it, and if he did, would Stephanie still consider him her friend? Is any of the old Bucky she once knew left?

Allies

Captain America - Although the Winter Soldier is working for Cap's enemy, she's also Bucky's closest friend and if he's able to break his mental programming, he'll need her more than ever!
HYDRA - HYDRA created The Winter Soldier and as such, he is totally in their debt and under their control, or rather ... he doesn't have any free will, he is ... compliant.
CODEHOLDER - Whoever holds his brainwashing codes holds the Soldier.

Enemies:

Any HYDRA Assigned Targets;
Possible targets,
Nick Fury - Director of SHIELD, Super Spy. Possible threat to HYDRA schemes
(Poss) Iron Man - Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist (heh). SHIELD ally and possible threat to HYDRA schemes
Captain America - Former Friend, American war hero and threat to HYDRA.
(later) Wolf-Spiders - HYDRA experimental SuperSoldiers, trained to be equal/superior to The Winter Soldier. Some (if not all) Spider's hold a bit of a grudge against their predecessor and wouldn't hesitate to rip out his arm.

Bucky's Enemies;
HYDRA. - His creators.
The Wolf Spiders. - Soviet Super Soldiers gone rogue.
Possibly SHIELD/SHIELD's allies - if they attempt to capture him.

Sample Story Arcs:

.:Remembering Bucky:. After being out of the freezer longer than usual, the Winter Soldier's memories begin to return and he goes rogue during his mission and begins a personal quest of self-discovery (and possibly revenge).

.:Trial:. Bucky breaks his programming and remembers things. Living on the run from the authorities and from HYDRA, Bucky tries to evade SHIELD capture and also tries to evade HYDRA recapture, for fear he'll be indoctrinated once again. Bucky, if captured, will have to face punishment for his actions OR a return to his life of assassinating indiscriminately under HYDRAs control but just how much does he actually remember and how much does SHIELD know about him? and who will catch him first?

.:Ready to Comply:. Bucky is totally under control ... however, someone steals Bucky's "code words" and steals the master assassin for his/her/their own ulterior motives.
Note:(Depending on who steals the Soldier, he could be good or evil. He will begin the RP in renegade/HYDRA mode until another character steals him. PC's can steal the Soldier, but please PM/discuss and get the "okay" from GM's FIRST!!!!)

.:End of Winter:. Bucky wasn't the only Winter Soldier created by HYDRA ... the supposedly "decommissioned" Wolf Spider operation which followed the Winter Soldier Programme was not as unsuccessful as HYDRA led others to believe. Unlike Barnes, the Wolf Spiders were not obedient and were frozen to prevent them destroying their creators and the world alike, however some of the Wolf Spiders have somehow escaped/been released. HYDRA has sent Bucky on a mission to assassinate his would-be spy-brothers before SHIELD or anyone else can take advantage of HYDRA's grave mistake.

.:Reunion:. The Winter soldier is sent on a mission to eliminate a dangerous threat to HYDRA. Captain America who just so happened to be his best childhood friend.
If Stephanie can manage to knock the HYDRA brainwashing out of Bucky's head ... just what will happen next? Can Rogers forgive Bucky for his past transgressions? Can Bucky forgive himself? And just where do they go from here?

.:Homecoming:. Bucky somehow escapes from HYDRA and seeks a cure for his mental conditioning, some way to pull HYDRA out of his brain and rehabilitate himself. But who will trust the worlds deadliest assassin to not kill them in a moments notice? And who would offer to help said assassin?
Can Bucky even be cured? What will he do if he is cured? Will he try take down HYDRA, or go into hiding? Will he be captured during his rehabilitation and if so, by whom?

Sample:

No one could say Bucky Barnes wasn't a gentleman ... at least half of the time anyway. The roguish young New Yorker held back his best friends hair and sympathetically patted her back while she chucked up her lunch after he'd convinced her to brave the Cyclone roller-coaster on Coney Island.
"You alright pal?" he asked, as Stephanie straightened up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, looking a little less green now, thankfully.
"Oh I'll get you for that, punk" she declared, as spirited as ever.
Bucky beamed and threw an arm over her shoulder. "Sure ya will, but first, lemme get ya a hotdog. You pick the next ride."
"Do we even have enough money for hotdogs?" Stephanie scoffed, "How much money did you blow on those stall games anyway?" she rolled her eyes, "You need to work on your aim if you want to try pick up girls at the fair."
"Steph, you might just be the worst wingman in history" Bucky joked.
"And you might just be the worst shot in history."-






Gone.

That memory was gone. It had been gone for over 50 years already. If it ever bubbled back to the surface, as unlikely as that was, it would be wiped away in a single swift stroke. All it took was ten rather harmless words, at least, they appeared harmless until they were spoken in a specific order in quick succession.

He was waking up- No ... Not that, he was thawing, and he was in a chair, manacles holding his arms in place and a HYDRA handler was talking to him, ensuring he was compliant when he came around from being thawed out of cryogenic stasis.

The HYDRA scientists had files heavily detailing his augmentations, his history, every single mission report. The psych portion of his file was particularly messy, particularly around the 1940's and through the 1950's. That was before they started putting him on ice and engineering a failsafe switch to try and prevent the Soldier escaping, or realising who he had once been. After 3 years of non-stop service for HYDRA, shadows of Bucky crept in. He began to ask questions when he gave his mission reports and that scared the scientists. The Winter Soldier's brain was trying to heal itself, to remember who he was, piecing things together that he shouldn't know, having thoughts he wasn't allowed to think about. The only solution was to force those questions and memories away, bury them deeper. The Winter Soldiers HYDRA leash was shorter and tighter, he was muzzled, questions silenced and his brain wiped over and over before he was stuffed in the freezer again. Then defrosted again several months or even years later.

"Longing, Rusted, Seventeen, Daybreak, Furnace, Nine, Benign, Homecoming, One, Freight Car"

Halfway through the brainwashing mantra, pain lanced through Barnes' skull, he screamed at the searing heat in his head and then it was over.

"Soldat?"
"Ready to comply."
"You have 36 hours. Find and neutralise target."

The Winter Soldier didn't nod. Didn't reply. There was no need for him to portray emotion or voice confirmation, his track record spoke volumes whereas he was steeped in silence. When HYDRA gave the command, someone wound up dead and the cycle continued.

Within 36 hours a famous Norwegian physicist was dead. Single gun-shot wound, unmarked Soviet slug lodged in the brain. There were no witnesses. No viable suspects and Barnes was back in Serbia before anyone had even noticed his presence in Norway. Like many missions, it went off without any hitches.

"Mission Report."
"Target neutralised. No witnesses."
"We are one step closer, Soldat."
Another line was added to his in-exhaustive list of hits and mission reports. The Soldier was put on ice again as the Norwegian public, and later, the UN as the physicists death drew a great deal of backlash, were outraged and dismayed.

---

"It is time again, Soldat" the scientist started before slamming his fist down on the table.

The icicles in his hair hadn't even melted and already his thoughts were searing with blind-heat.

"Longing-"

"No-" The Winter Soldier's thoughts screamed, but he remained silent as ever. Weapons didn't speak. He was a weapon. HYDRA's greatest weapon.

"Rusted"

"Seventeen-"

A scream ripped through The Winter Soldiers throat as an electrical shock pulsed through him. He felt memories he hadn't even remembered being ripped asunder. Mentally scrambling through the darkness, the glittering fragments of what Bucky had been winked out of existence before they even dared to peek out of the deepest darkest recesses of his brain. There was nothing left to erase.

"... -coming. One. Freight car."
He gasped for breath, the searing lance of pain through his brain had vanished but residual shocks rattled inside his skull. His muscles, which had coiled tight as a highly compressed spring, reluctantly eased to a more relaxed state, the reaction to the shocks subsiding slightly.

"Soldat."

Silence.

"Soldat. Answer me."

More silence.

A sharp blow struck him across the face, slowly, he drew his head back up from the backhand slap he'd sustained.

"Ready to comply."

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Have a co-GM sticker of approval, Spud. It's a sparkly bubble sticker. So, if you shake it, it has a little cute, loose decor inside of it that wobbles around the shimmering image.

@Briza

This. Is. The. Coolest. Sticker.

EVER

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Leo was holed up in the lab, if you could call it that ... it wasn't exactly the super streamlined, sparkly-sci-fi set up that was a stable in futuristic films (yknow, the ones with aliens and humans always win, not the dystopian world they lived in right now). When he wasn't on hunts or guard duty around the base, he was in the lab, heck he even slept there sometimes, usually waking up hours later stiff all over and feeling worse than before. The lab was sometimes the only quiet place, other times it was the loudest part of the base, either way, it was a place Leo could carry out work and research without being disturbed too often which was a luxury he could just about afford in this hellscape of a world he lived in.

The only time he felt at ease when he wasn't in the lab, was when he was out hunting. That was the only contact he had with the world of the greasers, the world his twin sister Letty had defected to.
Lurker patrols usually involved trigger-happy Govvy's waiting to blow up some zom-zoms and when they found them, a greaser or two. Leo didn't like harming civvies, if he had brass balls like his sister, perhaps he'd have become a greaser like her too. Either way, patrols were the only time he felt like he was actually looking for her, even though that wasn't supposed to be the plan. He kept it all to himself of course, one of the higher-ups would have his head if they thought that he was using patrols as a means to seek out his traitor sister. No one mentioned her of course, he couldn't help but wonder why they did that and if it was a blessing or a curse. On the one hand, never talking about her meant he didn't have to worry about letting his desire to see her again slip, no one could suspect him of being a turn-coat if he didn't care for his sister, but on the other hand, it was as if she was dead and the world wanted to forget her. Wasn't that what people did after they lost a loved one? They shared stories, looked at pictures, they kept the person alive in conversations and late night heart-to-hearts. If conversation were an indication of Letty's chance of survival out there ... Leo could assume she was dead already, but he knew his sister. A girl who learned to shoot a gun with one arm and who survived an animal attack in the colds of Scandinavian winter... That was when she was a child, now she was a woman grown. She didn't have Leo's IQ, but she was clever, clever and ballsy. He knew in a one on one fight, she'd easily beat him, that was probably why she had the courage to leave, it would never happen the other way around, Leo was never brave enough to face the world alone and now he had to through no choice of his own.

Right now, he was studying samples of lurker tissues under a microscope, salvaged from a hunt of course, and once he was finished examining the slides they had to be destroyed to ensure no unnecessary risk of outbreak within the compound. Accidents could happen, especially in the chaotic shambles of a lab where parts and papers scattered around every surface of the shared space. Although his speciality was cybernetic science, any research into the cure was greatly appreciated. He was trying to figure out the mutations in lurker tissue, if it was possible, perhaps there was a way humans could be immunised to be resistant to the mutation once infected, or maybe it could even be reversed. At the very least, someone had to try and Leo put what he could into finding a cure when he wasn't on patrol or unconscious.

He wondered if Letty had been able to keep up maintenance on her arm, did she keep it covered? Although it was very well made, the choking sand and dust out in the deserts weren't good for the parts. She was usually good at taking care of things, but what if she was too busy, running from place to place to survive. The last thing someone would be concerned about then was oiling their finger hinges.

Suddenly, a commotion outside pulled Leo from his half-dazed study of lurker cell structures. He discarded the samples appropriately in the biohazard waste bin and dusted himself off. He didn't look the best, but then again, who did these days?
Outside a convoy pulled up and not a moment too late because he was pretty hungry and it was about time for a restock. With the convoy came a forboding looking figure. A new guy huh? Well, lets see if he brings any news from the outside world.

Leo made his way down from the lab to the main yard, people were jostling this way and that for food and supplies, they looked worse and worse each passing day but that was the world they lived in and it was better in here than out in the wilds, at least, thats what Leo told himself, how he motivated himself to keep going so he could bring Letty back when he found her.

He stayed up on one of the guard platforms and watched the new Govvy meander his way through the crowds, he eyed the facility with evident displeasure and Leo knew the new arrival wasn't pleased to be here.

"Can't be bad news, the worlds already gone to shit" Letty smirked, appearing out of the shadows of the lookout platform when Antonio jumped down.
"My bets that they found the routes for a govvy convoy and we're gonna intercept and eat like kings for a week" she said optimistically, fiddling with a part of a gun in one hand, tiny screwdriver in the other.
"Hows the hunting? Kill any'a the bastards?" she asked. Patrols could be boring or exciting, sometimes there wasn't a lurker for days, others there were hoards. As long as you were on the right side of the fence, it was bloody exhilarating, but fall on the outside and you were zombie-chow which was considerably less fun.

Of course, the village monkey leapt onto Antonio's back before Letty could indulge in some playful flirting. That was the thing about kids ... they generally knew how to get in the way of a good time and show up at the most inopportune moments.
"I'll see you in the tent" Letty said, giving a subtle wave with her mechanical hand and sashaying away toward the tent, hips swaying in a confident swagger.

A welcome retreat from the perpetually baking hot sunlight, Letty slumped down onto a crate, a makeshift chair now, and waited for the other greasers to all file in for the meeting that was called. It was surely going to be brief because people had jobs to do, they couldn't afford to sit around all day flappin their gums when there were zombies and govvy's outside threatening to break down their walls and smash and/or eat them.

ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ - ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ʀᴘ

im here but ain't no one postin IC

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I'm waiting on Cap/Iron man/Widow to give chase to WS .. If I wasn't working twelve hours today and tomorrow I'd have a post up a few days ago if WS wasn't in limbo :S

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