POV: Bucky
There are eleven other people in the room. Tony Stark, Steve, Peter, Loki, Thor, Nat, Clint, a magic-looking guy in a red cape and yellow rubber gloves, the magic/speedy twins who were sparring each other earlier, and the red and silver floaty guy who has a yellow gem of some sort in his head. This would be a really sucky time for them to find out, or for HYDRA to randomly burst in, say the words, and have me try and kill everyone.
Steve has to grab my shoulders to get me in a chair correctly. Of course, no one notices, because Loki's writing stuff down in a notebook away from Thor and the speedy twin's zipping around and the magic twin's setting up a gameboard magically and it's generally really chaotic.
Eventually, the two people playing with me and Steve are Loki and Thor. Loki takes green and Thor takes red, which I can tell they didn't even think about, and Steve takes blue, leaving me with yellow. I don't even know how to play this game. None of us know how to play this game.
"Hey Pete-" Steve started, but he was already caught up in his game with Pietro, Stark, and the wizard. Loki wasn't having it, though. He threw his book at Peter, who turned and caught it a moment before it hit his head.
"We haven't played this before, Spiderling!" Loki hissed.
"Oh. Uh-" he stammered, looking at everyone at the table. "I- Can you use a how-to video?"
"Of course," Thor said, pushing Loki's chair back to normal instead of leaning back a foot or two.
Peter handed Thor his phone with a very confusing how-to video. Even though the game is pretty simple, we had to watch it twice. Eventually we figure out the cards and the fire/ice thing and start playing, although I don't understand how little skill actually has to do with the game.
Steve's 'sorry's are the sincerest.
Eventually the game ends, with me in third, Thor in first, Steve in second, and Loki last. Peter stands up on a table to get the scores, as chaotic as I expected. They put me at a gameboard with Clint and the wizard, no one else because of the way the tournament worked. We play through the game without much conflict, although I can't help but notice the wizard, who introduced himself as Stephen, glance at everyone else in the room a lot more often than normal, especially at the twins and Loki's tables. Clint seemed to enjoy the whole ordeal, although I can't imagine why. This is the same guy who got in the room by falling out of the vents. I just live through the game, grateful that I'm not at Stark's table. That would be interesting, to say the least.
I don't really pay attention to the game, but somehow, I get first. Not knowing what else to do at this point, I find Steve, who takes about five more minutes to finish his game. Watching it is even more pointless than playing it.
"Are you having fun?" he asks me, ignoring the obvious boredom in my stance and expression.
"No," I respond flatly. I don't see anything productive about this, to be completely honest. I suppose that living on my own two feet made me feel the need to be productive, even after HYDRA. Whatever the case, I've only been here two days and I'm not used to the random party games all the time.
"Oh," he said. I feel a little bad for not even trying to sound okay, but not really. I could be honest with Steve, so I would.
"How about you?" I asked, to which he shrugged.
"I don't know. It's better than trying to get Tony to sleep at some point."
"That's Pepper's job. And stop lying, you were loving it until I said I wasn't," I said, sounding a bit bitter but in a way that Steve knows I'm not.
"Come on, Buck-" he started, but he stopped talking when Peter got up on the table. The scores were a bit more orderly this time, but it was made difficult by one of the gameboards falling off the table somehow. Wanda and Loki both swore they had nothing to do with it even though no one was close enough to touch it, and Pietro spent about five minutes backing them up even though no one cared after he'd cleaned it up in about five seconds. For some reason I fid myself glancing over at Tony, even though if there was any way he'd know, it wouldn't have happened within the last hour.
"Okay, sooo... Does anyone want a third round?" Peter finally said, looking at the score sheet. All eleven other people were silent. I swear you could hear crickets chirping. "Here, let's do a vote. If you want a third round, raise your hand."
Steve did, and seeing my hesitation grabbed my metal wrist and put it into the air. Because of some horrible twist of luck and probably that I don't know how to maintain it as well as HYDRA did, my metal arm screeched like a car scraping across a metal barrier. Everyone looked my way, which was fun for sure, because everyone who didn't notice the red star for communism on my shoulder sure did now.
"Is that everyone?" Peter asked, drawing everyone's attention again. I looked around and me, Steve, and the twins were the only ones raising our hands. I don't even want to, even.
So, Peter announces the scores (I got seventh) and most everyone leaves. Natasha and Stark were arguing over something, and I was glad for the white noise. I left to my room, leaving Steve joining their conversation behind me.
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