(August Catch-All) The Things We Do

[unclesam]

CHARACTERS: Sam Wilson & You (Open + Closed Starters)
LOCATION: Various aboard the station
DATE: Immediately post mission + the days after.
CONTENT: Catch-all prompts for post mission feelings
WARNINGS: Will be added to Top Levels

[ Top Levels in comments:
Infirmary: angsty hurt people after returning from the mission
Mess Hall: the evening post mission, after the food delivery, alcohol is on the table
Simulation Room: the day after the mission, sam disappears and can be found zoned out in the simulation room
Training Room: hot dude working up a sweat while training, various days post mission
Lab and Tech Storage: redwing is the best boi, fight me (and Sam)
TBA: maybe closed starters for Bucky/Natasha?

If you'd like a closed starter or have a different kind of thread idea for which none of these setups work, feel free to hit me at inkcharm, Discord inkcharm#4573 or send me a PM. ]

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Open: Training Room

[unclesam]

✪ By My Side On The Frontline. Daily post mission.

[ CWs: violence for the sake of training, also CW for Sam being a snack, I don't make the rules ]

[ To Sam's credit, he almost waits long enough for his wounds to have had chance to recover before he hits the training room again, and once there, it seems very little holds him back, be it fading bruises, scrapes, burns, or other kinds of pain plaguing his sleep.

On various days, he can be found keeping himself in shape - mostly he's practicing throws with his shield, a variety of acrobatic martial arts maneuvers, or even using his wingsuit in the limited space to practice recklessly fast, nimble maneuvers in the air. Sam puts in the work - tirelessly so. He's a man who knows he needs to put in twice as much effort, and so he does - and then some. And hey, if anyone's in need of a sparring partner, he's happy to provide. Sam's a talk, muscular man, but surprisingly nimble, and his fighting style is much more based in martial arts and acrobatics than brute force. ]

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i'm sorry i had to

[skelepun]

[ Training Room? Sans could think of a few more appropriate names for it. Draining, straining, complaining... the list went on and on, particularly when you were a skeleton who avoided exercise at every opportunity. Why mess with perfection, right?

The place did have some things going for it, though. Amenities included fresh towels, stacks of unattended mats, and the rotating cast of entertainment. Said entertainment was usually too preoccupied torturing themselves to bother with a dozing skeleton in the corner. Perfect place to get away from the rat race and catch a few z's.

It was during one of those naps that a series of metallic clangs reverberate loud and long enough to pull Sans from sleep. Blinking blearily, it takes a moment for Sans to register exactly who was responsible. After all, Sam looked... different, since last they spoke.

Welp. The people working out didn't usually bother him, sure, but who said he had to return the favor? ]

Hey, cool sled. [ He pipes up, bones creaking as he stretches his arms up over his head with a yawn. ] Y'know you're supposed to sit in it, right?

stunning tbh

[unclesam]

[ Sam isn't a super soldier. He can't just catch the shield on the rebound like it's nothing, always in motion with the momentum of the shield. His work with it is fluid, and there's a joy in that for him. A struggle turned into poetry of motion. Sam's always prided himself on what he could accomplish physically, body built strong and agile, because how else do you keep yourself airborne as he does?

At the words, he comes to a slow stop, catching the shield and turning with the motion to face Sans. Eyebrows going up. Sans does... not look different than the last time he saw him, and for a moment that throws Sam more than the continued fact of talking to a... well. Full on skeleton.

His life's so weird these days. ]

And here I thought I was training for ultimate frisbee. You saying I should change gears?

im sorry why is she like this

[retributioning]

[ one of the times sam is deeply concentrated into throwing his shield and catching it again, renfri wanders into the room, bored enough to consider doing some training... but as she spots sam, she sticks to the shadows that cling to the side of the room, watching him for a moment —

and then picks up a spear on the side of the room and promptly throws it at him with just a shout of, ]

Block this, Star-Shield!

[ apparently, she has all the faith in him being able to catch the shield and turn fast enough... ]

[unclesam]

[ It's lucky, honestly, that his years of serving in the air force coupled with his time as an avenger have sharpened his reflexes - gotta be fast and flexible in the sky when you wanna dodge rpg fire. Not much warning time for anything that might hit your while spinning mid-air, either.

So at the shout, Sam is half-turned before the voice and words even fully register, catching the shield and bringing it up as he moves with the momentum to let it turn him around.

The spear strikes the center of the shield with a strange sound - metal, definitely, but oddly melodious. Same knocks it sideways with his motion - and stares at Renfri, baffled.. ]

The hell...?

[retributioning]

Not bad.

[ renfri, in turn, seems entirely nonchalant about this whole exchange, leaning against the wall — her hand lightly resting on the pommel of her sword. for all intents and purposes, she looks like she might have jumped from the pages of a fairy tale: still wearing clothes like she would at home, complete with a green cloak over her shoulders that covers her leather armor vest. ]

So the shield's for more than just show.

[unclesam]

Yeah no shit it's for more. What, you think a guy just lobs this around 'cause it looks cool?

[ Despite the words, the momentary annoyance is already bleeding away, and there's no true heat there, just that girl of vague irritation and bafflement. ]

Gonna go ahead and guess the same's true for your butter knife there, Lil' Green Ridin' Hood?