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Passengers: Bucky Barnes, Grace Gibson, Theo Crawford
Location: Around the Peregrine
Date: early March
Summary: Collective set of logs. Bucky holds hands with a ghost, Bucky giving an inmate a knife, and other stories.
Warnings: for Grace, nothing. for Theo, language, violence.

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[expectaspectre]

Huh? Oh... That's... a good question, actually, I think um... neither?

[ Don't worry-- she looks exactly as confused as you feel. ]

It's like you're there, but you're not there. Like you are where you are, but you're not a part of it. It's hard to explain... the water is there, it's around you, but it doesn't... matter? [ She shakes her head, lets out an exasperated chuckle. ] I'll show you sometime. It's easier than trying to use words. Like most things.

[counterstep]

It's awfully clever. ( a fond grin as he continues. ) I can't imagine how strange it must have been at first, but it's far more useful than any run of the mill power.

( none of his even matter if she can shift out of tangible space so easily. hell, that makes her all the more powerful in his eyes. )

[expectaspectre]

[ She shrugs, sheepishly-- it's clear from her face she doesn't exactly agree. ]

Less strange, more... terrifying. I was sixteen, and I didn't know what was happening to me. I thought maybe I was losing my mind. Sometimes I still wonder.

[ A bright smile-- clearly forced. ]

But that's the problem, right? I have to learn not to be so obvious that I'm basically always afraid here. Because there's no one to trust, really.

[counterstep]

( sixteen. how old was she now? it's something he should ask, but decorum makes it impolite. sixteen. fuck. not that the war wasn't hell either, but. but that was war. )

Anyone who says they're perfectly sane is definitely lying. Trust me. ( said one fool to another.

not that it ever mattered in the end. whatever made sense was never what happened. sanity didn't prove much use when thanos came barging in. )

There is at least on person you should trust, though. Yourself. Not the words but the instinct. You know?

[expectaspectre]

...Easier said than done.

[ She tries to shrug it off, with a well meaning little laugh, but it's clear that self-esteem isn't exactly high on her list of accomplishments. ]

Generally if I get the impulse to do something in the moment, it's the wrong thing to do. I can't react like normal people, because normal people don't react normally to me. I have to second-guess it all, so I usually end up doing nothing. Which comes across as... timid, I guess? And that, plus my whole thing, it makes people want to... I don't know. Hurt me. I suppose.

[ She's not really able to look him in the eyes, her gaze drifting around the storage containers in the distance. ]

I don't blame them. I just got real good at running away.