Luceti | Appointments

[z_jay]

This post is intended for anything that one could want to RP with Eugene.  Nothing fancy here, just a date, type, and place where you'd like to meet up with him and we'll go from there.  The only limit here is the imagination.

Stay safe out there!

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[Action] November 19th

[jamesbarnes]

[Everything was fine. Bucky fell back into his usual routine. He had breakfast with Steve or Natasha most mornings, went to the Battledome, went to work... The less he thought about it the sooner he'd feel normal again. Natasha alone had worse to deal with than this.

He told himself that, but the hollows under his eyes were darkening and the long nights were wearing him down, making it harder to focus. He wouldn't dare leave his hand wraps off at the Battledome with the hell Steve gave him for splitting his knuckles on the bags, but there were bruises beginning to show despite the layers of cloth. He laughed and smiled, brushed it off. He was okay until he wasn't.

One moment he was leaning over the counter to pass a half-empty mug to Eugene and the next it was a mess of dark sludge and shattered china across the counter top. Bucky swore under his breath, reaching for pieces of - shattered pieces of bone in lukewarm mud and blood all over his hands. This was a rifle shot. What he did long range, close up. The hollow cavern at the back of Steve's skull when he dropped, face down in an apartment, dead before he hit the floor. White eyes and black flies, still spring air that smelled sweetly of rot and gunpowder.

He couldn't-- He couldn't --]

Sorry, sorry -- I'll be right back. [If Eugene said anything to him he didn't hear it. His heart was trying to punch its way out of his chest, the walls pressing in too tight. The bathroom was empty when he got there, which was lucky because he didn't even stop to lock the door before sinking down to puke into the toilet.]

November 19th

[z_jay]

[Bucky's method was one that even managed to bypass Eugene's experienced radar, knowing when one of your fellows was about to have a breakdown of a sort. So instead of presuming something was immediately wrong, Eugene grinned at Bucky before the other man had moved, ready with a chuckle and an it's okay, you klutz. The only thing that made this different was the haste with which Bucky retreated-- and it was more like a retreat than Bucky going to get cleaning materials.

He'd turned his head toward the space where Bucky had been, eyes narrowing minutely before he finished his order and swept the ceramic into the trash. Announcing that he'd be right back would cause attention, so he instead set out a note near the order station he'd be back in 10 minutes.

So he quietly slipped away, stomach churning when he heard the familiar sounds of wreching in the bathroom before entering. It'd be pointless to ask if Bucky was okay when he was expelling his stomach, so he braced himself and knelt next to him, placing a hand in the center of Bucky's back]

Okay, okay, I know you're amazing and all that, but it really was just a coffee mug. I'm sure Tasha will forgive you.

[Even if it was patently obvious this had nothing to do with the coffee, Eugene knew firsthand that tackling illness, or such deep-seated issues, head-on would result in a lot of failure all around. Bucky deserved better than that, so he waited and rubbed a circle into the other man's back. He really was tense, he could feel it in the way the muscles under his hand bunched under the fabric of Bucky's shirt.]