Prompt Post 1

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At least one of the characters in your prompt must have been in Captain America: The First Avenger or Captain America: The Winter Soldier.

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For Eight Means Paper Chase [fill 2/?]

[(Anonymous)]

The constant press of Summer is a nagging reassurance that he will never be alone in this wood.

Bucky sits beside a bubbling river, face turned towards the sun like his many flowers, and releases a long sigh. His fingers pick absentmindedly at the too green grass surrounding him, shredding blades quickly as he feels the many eyes of the forest creatures upon him. Inspecting him.

He wants to destroy something, really, especially under the ever watchful gaze of the Olympians. He hunts to curb these destructive feelings, bitter that he has captured the Huntress' interest, thus gaining even more years under the gods' watch.

He is the son of two gods, yet mortal and placed in a gilded cage of greenery like some exotic pet.

Bucky releases another sigh and opens his eyes, turning his face from the hot sun. He pushes up from the ground, taking note of the tiny buds that will soon be flowers in a few hours in place of the grass he had destroyed.(This power is barely noticeable, something he hopes the gods can't see; he wants to keep at least something to himself).

He gathers up his bow, placing it on his back when the sweet scent of something brushes passed.

Frowning, Bucky follows the scent, his feet carrying him to a dimly lit clearing. He scans the meadow, taking note of the cypress trees and the dim blue forget-me-nots; he doesn't know this place, which he considers odd since he has explored every inch of this wood.

Taking a tentative step forward, Bucky lets out a soft gasp of shock when he discovers the reason for the confusing smell. He squats down, inspecting the small white flower growing from the base of an old cypress tree.

It hasn't bloomed yet, but the smell of wet earth and something still seems to pour from the bud. Bucky lightly touches the velvet soft leaves, tracing the stem with a silent breath of awe. His skin prickles into goosebumps, and he glances over his shoulder, the feeling of many gods' eyes on him focusing to only one.

He frowns and stands, teeth gnawing on the inside of his cheek as he feels maybe he shouldn't be intruding. No, please, stay. Bucky blinks, shaking his head when he feels the push of someone's voice. He steps back from the enchanting bud, allowing himself another once over of the meadow before leaving.

Re: For Eight Means Paper Chase [fill 2/?]

[(Anonymous)]

WOAH this is a really cool take on the myth! I can't wait to read more!

For Eight Means Paper Chase [fill 3/?]

[(Anonymous)]

The Underworld never used to feel so lonely.

Walking along the River Styx, the ruler of Hades releases a long sigh; he wants with every fiber of his being to hear quiet laughter and feel sun kissed skin against his own. He wants someone who isn't afraid to speak his name, to joke with him, to bring some semblance of LIFE to the Underworld.

The river bubbles softly, the too clear water lapping against the obsidian sand and against his bare feet. He knows he has the responsibility to the recently dead to judge them and give them their stations in the Underworld, but he feels a heavy weight wash over him at the thought.

Looking about, the ruler feels a small smirk come to his mouth as a plan begins to take shape. He closes his eyes, casting his gaze through out his realm to make sure there is no one to watch. With a twist of his hand, he splits a small tear in the seem of fate, stepping through with a silent breath.

He feels he sun on his face, and smells the heavily perfumed air of the mortal realm. For a moment he is content, peaceful in a way he hasn't been unless he's gazing upon the fave of his beloved. The ruler of the Underworld allows a smile to grace his mouth.

Until a sharp pain ricochets through his head, the vibrant world of the mortals going dark very quickly. (Who Is one of his last thoughts before drifting to unconsciousness is able to knock out a God?)

For Eight Means Paper Chase [fill 4/?]

[(Anonymous)]

There is a man in his home, something which is entirely new to Bucky.

His heart is pounding against his breast bone, and his eyes are wide as he takes in the fine features of the man's face. Light hair covers the top of the man's head, looking like fresh wheat; his rose-bud pink mouth is open partially with every breath he takes, and he doesn't look as if he's in pain...

Bucky's hands tighten around the thick branch he had picked up upon seeing the man in the strange meadow. He still hasn't let go of it, even when picking the man up to hoist to his cottage; he tries to relax his fingers around the thick wood, letting it fall to the neatly swept dirt of his floor.

Bucky sucks in a breath and releases it with a small groan of despair; he lifts his hands to his hair and tugs at the too long strands, a frustrated noise tumbling out of his mouth as he paces. "What am I going to do?" He hisses to himself, eyeing the man warily before turning smartly on his heel to pace once more. "The gods won't be pleased with this; they're going to punish me, kill him--something terrible!"

He gnaws at the inside of his cheek, letting his hands flop to his sides. The constant feeling of the gods' eyes upon him doesn't feel as strong as it normally does, he realizes. In fact, Bucky gazes around his cottage, the feeling is gone entirely.

Pursing his lips in confusion, Bucky glances at his 'guest'. "...could you have something to do with this?" He asks quietly, getting ready to take a step forward but faltering when the man shifts ever so slightly.

Bucky shakes his head, scolding himself for becoming so easily startled; he takes a step forward, then another until he's directly beside the sleeping man.

There isn't any sound coming from outside; the birds have ceased their chattering, and the forest life has stopped moving. Bucky swallows down any fear that threatens to rise, lifting his hand to gently touch the man's face.

A hand shoots up, capturing his wrist in a tight grip; Bucky lets out a startled cry, instantly lunging back, trying desperately to tug out of the grip. The man's lids open, and confused cornflower blue lock with shocked ice.