Prompt call (DW edition!) - now closed to new prompts!

[sholio]

Since the DW/LJ people get left out of the Tumblr prompt calls, here's one just for you. :) Leave me a character(s), relationship, or pairing and a prompt in a comment. As Tumblr people can attest, I'm not always that reliable about filling prompts and it can take me F O R E V E R, so don't feel bad if I don't write yours; it's not personal.

Anyway, I will try to write at least 100 words for each prompt I get. Prompts for missing scenes, future scenes, or AUs of any of my existing stories are also welcome, if there's anything you want to see more of!

Fandoms:
Agent Carter - Any combination of the Peggy-Jack-Daniel triad (gen or ship), or gen with any characters.
Stranger Things - The Steve-Nancy-Jonathan triad (OT3 or canon pairings); can include other characters too, but it's mostly these three I want to write about.
CJ Cherryh's books - The Heavy Time/Hellburner duology, or any of the books in my Cherryh tag (the nighthorse books, the Chanur books, Merchanter's Luck, etc)
MCU*: Tentatively adding this one. I haven't seen Spider-Man or Black Panther yet, but I'm up to date on the rest of the movies. Canon pairings or gen only.
Original*: Tentatively adding this one too. Prompts for any of the original worlds I write in, or just general fiction prompts.

*I reserve the right to reject any prompts for these that don't spark a story idea. Well, I guess that's generally true, but it's more likely to happen with the last two.

I'll close the prompt call when I feel like I have enough prompts to keep me busy for awhile!


Now closed to prompts!

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[sholio]

He doesn't hear her coming -- that's the part that intrigues him the most. He hasn't lost the habit of vigilance, even here, in what is probably the safest nation in the world, especially for someone like him. As long as the Wakandan royal family continues to shelter him (and he has no illusions about the fact that their forbearance may run out at any time) he doesn't have to look over his shoulder, at least not in the way he's used to. But he still does.

And yet, she's simply there, that slim blond-haired woman, between one glance and the next. She's sitting on a pile of fence rails, watching him pull weeds as if she's been there all day and has nowhere else to be.

"Hi," he says after a moment.

"Hi," she says. "I heard you were off ice."

He doesn't ask who told her. He's pretty sure he knows. He picks up his sickle and hooks another thick handful of weeds as the Wakandan farmers have shown him, standing on the ends of the weeds with his boot to give him leverage to cut, since he doesn't have a spare hand to do it with.

"You still don't remember me, do you?" the Black Widow asks.

"I know who you are."

"That's not the same thing."

He looks up. "I remember fighting you," he says. "Vaguely."

"Not the same thing either."

He can't help smiling a little. "There are a lot of things I don't remember. Most of them, I don't want to. Anyway, if you're here for my help, I don't fight these days if I can help it. I'm not even sure how good at it I'd be, anymore."

(That's a lie. He knows how good he is at it. That's why he doesn't want to do it.)

"I know," she says. "Believe it or not, I just wanted to ..." She hesitates. "To chat."

Bucky gives her a skeptical look. He has a feeling the Widow doesn't normally have chats without an ulterior motive attached. Or make awkward pauses unless she intended them.

She breaks into a smile. It looks genuine. He doesn't trust that either. "All right," she says. "You caught me. I wanted to feel you out. Just to try to get a feeling for who you are now. How much of it is gone, and how much is still there."

He appreciates the honesty, at least. If it even is honesty. "Why?" he asks, standing there in the overgrown field with his arm dangling at his side and the razor-sharp sickle resting against his leg. (He tries not to think of how easily he could kill a man with it. Or a woman. Tries not to wonder if he's used one that way in the past.)

"Because of Steve," the Widow says simply. "He's my friend. And because ... of things you don't remember."

Bucky just nods. Everyone remembers things about him that he doesn't. Everyone wants things from him because of that. It's nothing new.

"I can go," she says. "Unless you feel like a visitor."

He doesn't, really. But he seldom gets visitors, aside from the tall, fierce women who he knows have been set to keep a guard on him. It's because of them that he keeps tea in the house. There's just enough left of the old Bucky Barnes, the Brooklyn Bucky Barnes, that he doesn't quite feel comfortable entertaining a woman without offering her something to drink. Generally, he and whichever of the Dora Milaje has been put on today's Winter Soldier babysitting duty will sit and stare at each other over their cups of tea. Sometimes the Dora Milaje will ask politely about the weather or the crops. All that Bucky can think of to ask in reply is how are things in the city, to which he usually gets a cool stare and a one-word reply.

... so it's not exactly a social affair. But he does have tea, the local red tea that he's never had (that he remembers) before coming here. And he has cups. And he's been out in the sun for a long while, and could use something to drink.

"If you want to," he says.

She jumps down from the pile of lumber like she's been waiting for an invitation, and strolls toward his house. After a minute, Bucky stabs the sickle in a fence post so he doesn't lose it in the grass, and follows her.

[kore]

Bucky just nods. Everyone remembers things about him that he doesn't. Everyone wants things from him because of that. It's nothing new.

//crumples

He doesn't, really. But he seldom gets visitors, aside from the tall, fierce women who he knows have been set to keep a guard on him. It's because of them that he keeps tea in the house. There's just enough left of the old Bucky Barnes, the Brooklyn Bucky Barnes, that he doesn't quite feel comfortable entertaining a woman without offering her something to drink. Generally, he and whichever of the Dora Milaje has been put on today's Winter Soldier babysitting duty will sit and stare at each other over their cups of tea. Sometimes the Dora Milaje will ask politely about the weather or the crops. All that Bucky can think of to ask in reply is how are things in the city, to which he usually gets a cool stare and a one-word reply.

OMG I love this. Bucky and his guardians being awkwardly guardedly polite. Drinking rooibos? (Rooibos is great.) And Bucky trying to make his knives into a sickle, to help weed instead of kill. Love it.

[sholio]

Thank you! Yep, it's rooibos.

[trobadora]

Yay! This is wonderful. Of course Natasha would just pop up like that, complaining (again) about Bucky not even remembering her. Of course she wouldn't just let things go; she has to go and poke.

I love all the details, Bucky always looking over his shoulder, working with a sickle (while trying not to think what else he could do with it), having tea with the Dora Milaje, everything! And knowing exactly how good he is, which is why he doesn't want to fight. Spot on, all of it.

I'm still so fascinated with all the ways these tow could relate to each other. Thank you so much for writing this for me!

[sholio]

Thank you for a fun prompt! :D I love the idea of Bucky having awkward tea with the Dora Milaje, because I figure they wouldn't just let the Winter Soldier wander around without keeping an eye on him.