the train to the afterlife

[ceejdoesroleplay]

the train to the afterlife.

congratulations! your character is dead — for whatever reason, whether it be canon, au, what have you. it'll be a bit of a journey to the afterlife, though, so your character might as well talk to the other people. death knows no place: most of them are strangers, even from faraway worlds. but death knows no time either, so who knows, some of them may be familiar people, whether recently deceased or long so. maybe your character know how they died, maybe they don't. perhaps the memory is fuzzy, or perhaps it's crystal clear. maybe it was simply their time or maybe they weren't at all ready to go, but none of it matters. your character knows they're dead and the train is taking them to an afterlife.
oh look — here comes the snack cart.
 

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Bucky Barnes | MCU | OTA

[staring_problem]

[It was bound to happen eventually, but does it have to be a damn train?]

[bootyshortsandtights]

Oh, come on.

[staring_problem]

For a very brief moment, barely more than a heartbeat, Bucky looked absolutely stricken, if Steve was here, that meant his gambit hadn't worked, and if it hadn't worked, there were going to be a lot more people on the train really quickly, and he wasn't entirely sure what to think about that.

He managed a smile, but it was wan and tight and had nothing of the usual cocksure edge it usually did, "Guess we couldn't outrun that one." They'd tried, and he'd thought he'd managed to throw Steve clear, but evidence to the contrary was staring him in the face.

[bootyshortsandtights]

Steve really, really hated the look on Bucky's face.

He wasn't all that fond of the circumstances, either.

He sat down next to Bucky, bumping shoulders with him regretfully. "I suppose no one outlives everything. My throat still hurts from yelling at you to put me down, to not do that to yourself..."

[staring_problem]

"Guess not." He replied to the first, sagging a little, and although it was more internal than external he did still return that shoulder bump just as gently.

A scoff followed at the second statement, "Yeah, like I was going to let you do something I wasn't prepared to do myself." He shook his head, regret seeping back in as he added, "For all the good it did, since you're here too."

[bootyshortsandtights]

Bucky felt warm. Or, his soul did, or something. This wasn't any kind of presentation of the afterlife that Steve was aware of, but he... guessed it'd do. Selfishly, he was glad to have his best friend here.

With the rest of him, he desperately, desperately wished Bucky had survived. Even if it'd meant that Steve had to spend eternity alone.

"You've always been kinda dumb," he said affectionately, ignoring the sweeping hypocrisy in that statement. "Thank you, though. Really."

[staring_problem]

"Yeah, I know, took all the stupid with me the first time I left." It wasn't something he'd really remembered before, but he supposed that this... whatever this was, kind of did away with any mental blocks that had been present.

"You definitely found a reserve of it somewhere, though, since you're right here with me." Steve had always managed to do stupid things on his own, of course, they both had, but somehow it was compounded when it was the both of them.

[bootyshortsandtights]

"Glad you remember," Steve said, then did a small double take. Bucky... did seem to remember. To understand.

He snorted. "Okay. So I'm not always the smartest guy in the room. I guess. I guess this is it."

Case in point. Obviously this was it.

[staring_problem]

"Unless swapping between worlds work on a public transit system." He replied with a little tilt of his head, "Pretty sure Strange would have mentioned that part, though, right?"

He couldn't be sure, he'd never really trusted the guy, always seemed like he knew something everybody else didn't and wasn't going to tell them, on top of just seeming like he was always a minute away from telling them about some kind of multi-level-marketing scheme he wanted them to join.

[bootyshortsandtights]

Steve frowned, pinching the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger. You couldn't get migraines when you were dead, right? Or could you?

"Probably," he said in the end. "I know he's a good guy, but I never completely understood everything he was talking about. I understand scientific principles, even if I have no idea how to build whatever it is I'm using. Magic? No chance."

[staring_problem]

He nodded, settling back a little in the seat, something that shifted Steve back as well, mostly just due to the way Steve was still canted against him, and Bucky wasn't going to shake him off, selfishly glad that he wasn't alone.

"Right, so that makes this... some kind of purgatory." He rocked his jaw a moment, considering, "Lot less flames than I was led to believe were going to be here."

[bootyshortsandtights]

Steve definitely wasn't about to move away. They'd never had much time for this before - Steve had enjoyed the odd occasional moment of closeness when they were squashed into one small bed to sleep, or when it was freezing out and if they hadn't huddled together then both of them would've been frozen (...sigh), but not like this. Not where he could just sit, and be, with Bucky.

Steve nodded, and said with a careful sort of idleness, "You know that all those things you did, they weren't your fault, right?"

[staring_problem]

"I know, and like I said before, that doesn't mean I didn't do them." It hadn't been exactly what he'd said, and he knew it, but the sentiment was the same.

A little tilt of his head followed, not quite a shrug but something like it, "But I also did what I could to atone. Apologized to the ones I could still apologize to, and pulled Hydra-funded executives out of the positions I'd helped get them into. Not... not really much else I could have done."