spoopy meetcute

[counterstep]

Passengers: Grace Gibson and Bucky Barnes.
Location: Bucky's Room, Warden Room 104
Date: Jan 29
Summary: Spook and Spooky have a meetcute.
Warnings: n/a


( as promised, bucky spends the rest of the day in his room going over the materials he's downloaded to his communicator and continuing his research. while he isn't in any particular rush to meet this grace gibson that has joined their number, he can't help but also wonder what exactly she means about her abilities.

could it be that in the time she was dead something had been done to her? that a secret was withheld in her absence, and so all she knows is what was told to her? would the people around her be honest enough? her naïveté seems to indicated otherwise, a restricted life that left her trusting, easy enough for silco to twist the truth and for her to believe it. though the circumstances are nothing alike, bucky can't help but feel defensive on her behalf, as he would were she rebecca. adults taking advantage of the young never sits well with him.

he's still reading whenever she chooses to come by. )

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[counterstep]

Sixty-five is damn fast, especially for someone who grew up with cars that maxed around that. Her enthusiasm only adds to his, and he feels rather giddy, being able to discuss anything like this at all. Truly a wonder, when it's been years since he's been awake for only a few to have managed. Shuri being the last person who has comes to mind.

"That's nothing to scoff at! You could race a cheetah at that speed! You ever, y'know, fly along with birds just to see what it's like? Join the v-formation? It's not flying, but I can top out running about eighty to ninety." Miles per hour. "Improved reflexes and muscle control. That kind thing."

[expectaspectre]

The idea of racing cheetahs and joining in on a bird migration makes her laugh-- genuinely, because it's literally never occurred to her before. But likely she couldn't; animals tend to react poorly to her presence, and the last thing she'd want to do is scare some birds off course or piss off a hungry cheetah. Still, the image is something.

"That's amazing! And useful! I didn't get any of that. Nothing physical, anyway. I mean, besides this..."

Grace unfolds her legs (she could float in her sitting position, it doesn't make a difference, it just feels wrong, somehow) and hovers over to a side table. She spares a glance over her shoulder, hesitating.

"Don't freak out."

And she shifts, the edges of her form becoming wispy, dissolving, like smoke into the air. Her colors fade out, the details of her blur, and the contrast of her cranks up, like slipping into shadow in a dimly lit room, but she hasn't moved.

Then she does; she floats, uncannily, directly through the table. Once on the other side, she sticks her arm through the wall and wiggles it around, just for emphasis. She smiles-- wider, a line pulling across her stark face-- and just like that, she's back, normal, just a girl hovering a few inches off the ground, like nothing happened.