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tushanshu_logs2013-11-29 10:59 pm
trainwrecked) wrote in tushanshu_logs2013-11-29 10:59 pm
Entry tags:
Openish
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Molly Carpenter... and any more friends who'd peek in for a spell or longer.
Date: Thursday night
Location: Bucky's suite in Wood.
Situation: Thanksgiving dinner (on a slightly late post)
Warnings/Rating: None for now, but potentially references to violence, death, and other unpleasant things.
Bucky wasn't feeling exactly the most social, or the most grateful, but some of the people he knows... don't have all that many people to fall back to, like, alone from their worlds and the like. Some of them coming from big families, too.
One thing led to another, and, well. He'd mentioned to a few people that they were welcome to show up. And he'd bought a big stuffed bird from one of the restaurants, though some of the side dishes were actually made by him - a bit hit or miss, but mostly hit.
And he settled to wait, his eyes straying to the shield that was barely visible on one of the cupboards, once more. Damn, but he missed his friends who weren't there. It'd be Steve's job to host this, and maybe Peggy would leave Rikki to burn the turkey a bit...
Date: Thursday night
Location: Bucky's suite in Wood.
Situation: Thanksgiving dinner (on a slightly late post)
Warnings/Rating: None for now, but potentially references to violence, death, and other unpleasant things.
Bucky wasn't feeling exactly the most social, or the most grateful, but some of the people he knows... don't have all that many people to fall back to, like, alone from their worlds and the like. Some of them coming from big families, too.
One thing led to another, and, well. He'd mentioned to a few people that they were welcome to show up. And he'd bought a big stuffed bird from one of the restaurants, though some of the side dishes were actually made by him - a bit hit or miss, but mostly hit.
And he settled to wait, his eyes straying to the shield that was barely visible on one of the cupboards, once more. Damn, but he missed his friends who weren't there. It'd be Steve's job to host this, and maybe Peggy would leave Rikki to burn the turkey a bit...