traumahouse | [log] bucky&

The New Avengers were great and all (except Walker), but Bucky just did not have the social battery to be around them all the time. Especially Alexei. That man took more energy to deal with than the rest of them combined. Over all, Bucky was naturally a bit quieter than most of the rest of them.

With that in mind, Bucky gathered his every day items (wallet, keys, ...gun) and headed out, just saying a simple, "Back later," to whoever was gathered in the living room. He stepped into the elevator, hit the button for the ground floor, and leaned against the back wall as it quickly went down. By the time the elevator doors slid open he had decided he wanted a new book and was already looking on his phone to see what new fantasy novels were out even though he would absolutely be taking his time in the bookstore anyway. Especially since he hated ebooks. Bucky was born in 1917, he needed the texture and smell of holding a book made of paper in his hands.

But because his head was down looking at his phone, it took Bucky a moment to realize that there was entirely too much glare on the screen for the lobby of the Watchtower. And it was also way too bright. Squinting a bit, he pulled his sunglasses off of the collar of his t-shirt and slid them on before looking around.

He was on a sidewalk? A sidewalk that was definitely not in New York City? That wasn't right.

Bucky quickly looked behind him, trying to spot the elevator, but of course it wasn't there. There was nothing there except for more sidewalk, some buildings, a street, and people milling about.

"What the f-" he cut himself off there, racking his brain for some sort of explanation for this random blackout. It couldn't have been cryo, he would have known if he signed up for that. Couldn't be another blip, he was fully aware the last time when he was literally falling apart, and the gauntlet had been destroyed anyway. Maybe some sort of teleportation machine in the elevator? That could be useful, but he was also pretty sure Val didn't have one of those.

Starting to walk again, Bucky went to the contacts in his phone and hit Yelena's number. Maybe she knew something about this. But he just frowned more when he got a Not In Service message. After that he tried Ava's number but got the same thing. In fact, he went through several of his contacts and got the same message every time except once. Sam's number went to a pizza place.

Bucky could feel himself getting more and more frustrated and had to consciously remember to not crush his phone in his vibranium hand.