4212/Slipstream & Gym

Slipstream & Gym
Date of Scene:	06 April 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Drake encounters a grumpy Winter Soldier.
Cast of Characters:	Winter Soldier, Slipstream

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Winter Soldier has posed:
    The track that goes around the gym feels like an endless loop of monotony. But that can be a good place to go, when your mind is already spinning in slow circles. The body may as well do the same.

    It's mid afternoon, and a bit chilly inside, as if the door to the exterior was left open too long recently. There is an unfamiliar character in the Gym, doing laps. He's a muscular guy, and perhaps even might get read as Captain America at first just from a distance for body type and the clipped military jog. He is in a blue 'Avengers' branded hoodie or a type that's often worn or given to visitors with the hood up, and some other generic athletic gear, plus black tactical gloves. He's in his own world, for the moment, but that doesn't mean he's not paying attention to anyone that enters.

Slipstream has posed:
"Yo!" Drake's voice comes a millisecond before he appears right next to Bucky's side as he jogs, dressed in a pair of gray workout pants and a matching top. He just blinks out of no where, a slight 'fwip' sound as he appears. "I'm Drake! Call me Slip Stream. I don't recognize you, dude. You a rookie like me?" He fwips forward again about ten feet, jogging backwards now. His hair is a bit of a messy mop on his head and he has a wide, glowing grin on his face. The kind of face that bullies would punch in the yard at recess. That and combined with his lanky frame and pale skin, he doesn't get a lot of sun.

Winter Soldier has posed:
The stranger oriented a little bit towards the new arrival, until he's suddenly right next to him. Bucky automatically reacts, there's no pause here. He leapt aside two feet, slung one foot back, and braced with one arm out and ready, prepared to fight. His left arm slid back, fist held near his left flank. It is very aggressive and, much like Slipstream's appearance, without warning. Fortunately, the kid didn't linger right next to Bucky so no attack was flung, but Bucky absolutely stopped running and has planted himself. There is zero friendliness: frosty, yet dead stare, at first. And then the fist drops, because Drake looks - like he does. "Don't startle me," Bucky says.

Slipstream has posed:
"I startled you? Dude, I weigh like a buck thirty soaking wet." Drake says as he blinks away, then appears another ten feet ahead. "You look like you can bench two-fifty on an off day and you got that Captain America swagger in your jog. I'm pretty sure you shouldn't be startled by me." He leaps up in the air, blinks again, then reappears as he lands another ten feet forward. "Woo!"

Winter Soldier has posed:
"For your safety," Bucky answers, still chilly, but the antics draw him out of it slowly. He was perhaps just in a bad mood, or didn't know that Drake was playing. But it has become evident now. He watches the display, smiles finally, resuming his jog, but has an eye on the antics. Perhaps for entertainment purposes. "No, I'm not a recruit. I'm no Avenger."

Slipstream has posed:
"Me either. Not really. Junior Avenger maybe. Trial? My powers are killing me. They rip my body apart on a molecular level to try and pull themselves back into a time period I was once trapped in. So, the big brains are trying to fix me. In the meantime, they don't want me to fuck up anymore than I already have, so they're kinda keeping me around in a way of humoring me so I will stay outta trouble." He blinks forward again a few more times before he comes up to your side as he jogs along at your side. "So, if you're not a recruit or an Avenger, what are you? Friend of the family? Homie?"

Winter Soldier has posed:
"I'm Bucky." That's the introduction, clearly. "I know Steve, yes. Captain America," Bucky answers, in case Drake is extremely new. "And Black Widow." If Bucky's listening to all of the story he doesn't ask a lot of questions. He does look over Drake with a flick of eyes when he draws up to jog next to him. The pace isn't blistering, but still demanding. "Can you control that jumping?" Bucky asks, slowing, and looking at Drake more steadily.

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah man, this is me controlling it. I'm working out." Drake says as he gives another blink forward as he moves, his body disappearing and reappearing forward. "I know Cap. He's like my second idol in life, next to Tony. Did you know Cap once punched the fucking Red Skull in the face? Dude, that is so awesome! Captain America is like the best. He's so old school. He has great hair also. It's like his hair never fucks up. Even after he gets done working out his hair is perfect. I'm jealous. Someone stab me with some super soldier juice if it means I can have perfect hair all the time and get to punch nazis. Fuck those guys, right?"

Winter Soldier has posed:
"...Yes. Steve is probably the best of us all," Bucky agrees, in a quiet tone, shaking his head some, but it's more rueful, and has a mild smile. Like one would do hearing about their friend's accolades. Buck glances down at his hands. "But we fought so that you'll never have to see what punching nazis feels like," Bucky says. He continues jogging on. "Are you working on your punching as well, or just the speed power?" Bucky asks, getting a little bit more conversational in tone.

Slipstream has posed:
"Oh, there are still nazis out there. They just wear white hoods now like little bitches, and they hide on the Internet and talk shit under fake names." Drake says as he continues to move along the track. "Me, punch things? Not really. I think most cheerleaders in junior high can have their way with me. I'm a flanker. The annoying one who runs his mouth as a distraction so that I can get the enemy to turn around so Cap and Tony can swoop in and punch in th' jow!" (He means jaw, but he drawls it out). "My speed powers allow me to zip in and out pretty quick though and Tony wants to start strapping tech me so I can do neat stuff. I can create a mini pocket sonic boom if I charge up enough jumps together, but I broke my wrist once punching a guy afterwards. So, that's more a looks cool, but not real awesome move of mine."

Winter Soldier has posed:
"There are lots of things you can do even if you don't have weight. Just hit them in the right places, or with the right weapons," Bucky explains quietly. But he shrugs some, continuing to jog. "Does take training, though." Bucky weighs the young guy with one raised brow and a brief smile, as if suspecting that might not be his thing. "Even just one or two moves that are well oiled can work. A three hit combination, paired with your ability -- even if you can't repeat it to take out a crowd, --it could save you once if your enemy doesn't expect it. And that can be enough." A shrug. "But you should be yourself. Whatever that is. Flanker." Bucky smiles a little.

Slipstream has posed:
"I did take out two ninjas once on a rooftop when they were trying to rob Star Labs." Drake says as he zips forward again up into the air, coming down again as he lands. "I know how to fight, but I'm not really strong. Like.. I mean, I'm kinda smart. I got good game sense. I'm actually one of the highest ranked Overwatch players in the world. Team Captain for New York City and Team USA. I got a good sense of the enemy, how they move, strats, blah blah blah. I got a big brain for it. But not like a Tony brain you know? I'm like.. " He zips forward again in another burst of his powers. "I got like a military brain, but .. like .. for dummies. It sounds good upstairs." He taps his head. "But I can't execute it real well in the real world."

Winter Soldier has posed:
"That's what I do. Real world executions," Bucky says. In a flat way that suggests it means exactly what it sounds like it means in addition to being phrased how Drake put it. "But Steve is a better teacher. Stick with him," Bucky says, suddenly adapting his tone, losing that edge of chill. "I'm done. Good luck, youngest Avenger," Bucky says, slowing, to move to pick up a towel and water bottle he'd left near one of the training bags.

Slipstream has posed:
"Oh. Okay dude. Peace out. It was nice meeting ya' bro." Drake says as he salutes his brow, then blinks out and away as the far door of the gym rattles open and closed.