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Event Log - Malnosso World

Who: Everybody!
What: A field trip for the entirety of Luceti!
When: October 27th, until the end of November 2nd
Where: The Happiest Place on the Moon, Malnosso World!
Summary: So you remember all those times Luceti was transformed into Luceti Land? Welcome to Malnosso World, Luceti Land's bigger, cooler brother. Be sure to keep all hands inside the rides at all times, and refer to your map if you get lost. Trust me, you'll get lost.
Rating: F for Fun!

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What?

[She'd gotten distracted by one of the shooting games down an adjoining aisle they were passing, thoroughly enjoying the afternoon. Even if Bucky had almost lost his lunch on the last ride. She hadn't been so certain about an enforced stay at an amusement park on the moon, but it was turning out to be delightfully more entertaining than she'd expected. She blamed the company.

Still, she let her gaze follow Bucky's, curious about what he'd spotted. She wasn't sure what he was looking at.]

What's supposed to be you?

That bear in the mask. Blue outfit, with the red buttons. There's these propaganda comics... [He finally catches himself.] Uh, never mind. You wanna do the shooting game over there?

[Once he pointed it out, she didn't know how she could have missed it and her gaze narrowed for a moment in curious surprise.]

Yes, I've seen them.

[Take that how you will, Bucky.

Except now that she'd seen the bear, her lips are curving, her green eyes lighting up as she turns him back towards the stall that held the toy in the familiar bright uniform.]

No, I think we should do that one.

I'm like twelve in those things.

[The complaint is soft around the edges, well-worn by now. He's already shaking his head before her eyes light up, and he's tempted to dig his heels in when she turns them both.]

Seriously?

I know. [She flashes him a quick grin, all mischief.] I'm pretty sure Coulson had an action figure or two somewhere in his collection.

Of course seriously. Why would you think I wouldn't want my very own Bucky Bear to cuddle? [She gave a tug on his arm, playful.] So. Are you going to win me one?

That's comforting.

[HE'S SO WEIRDED OUT NOW, THANKS NATASHA.]

Is that what we're calling it? You've already got the real deal. [This is a losing battle. It's throwing game. With a baseball and milk bottles. He could do these with his eyes closed even before he enlisted.]

[You're welcome, Bucky.]

That's what we're calling it. Him. And I know I do. I happen to like the real deal. Doesn't mean I'm not greedy. Besides, look at it. It's cute. Please? [She tilts her head to lean against his shoulder, knowing she's wheedling and already knowing he's going to say yes despite his grumbling.]

[Oh, he's a goner.]

I'll take your word for it. [He turns to the guy behind the stand and holds up one finger. Apparently he's got to knock all three sets down, but all it takes is a little insistence that he only needs the one ball, and everyone might want to get out of the way. He tosses the ball in his hand a couple of times, and then whips it at the first set of bottles. It takes them down, ricochets off the back of the stall, and hits a second set on he way back towards them. Bucky catches it, and tosses a quick underhand to take out the last set of bottles. The stall owner really doesn't like him. Bucky doesn't care - he winks at his girlfriend, having properly shown off.]

So you're gonna win me a big fuzzy black widow now, right?

[Yes. Yes, he really is. But he's not alone in that.

She steps back to give him a little room, arms crossed comfortably over her chest, a smile playing about the corner of her lips as she watches him eye up the bottles with a familiar intensity. Everyone else might be surprised when he takes down all three sets with one ball, but she just laughs, delighted and fond. She reaches for the costumed bear that's offered in reward for the accomplishment, cuddling it in her arms as she grins at Bucky and leans in to kiss him in thanks.]

Somehow that doesn't sound anywhere near as cuddly.

Edited 2013-11-02 21:10 (UTC)

[He leans in for the kiss, and even laughs at her comment.]

She is actually... [Bucky wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her close so he can steal a few more kisses.] Very cuddly.

[Natasha just laughs and kisses him in return, her lips curved against his as she curls into him, the bear still clutched in one hand.]

Shhh. You'll ruin my hard-earned reputation.

Well then, I guess you're gonna have to shut me up...

And there's a spider at that shooting booth.

Does this mean I have to show you up and win with my eyes closed or something?

And both hands tied behind your back.

Is that all? [She rolls her eyes in amusement.] If I were using my knives, that would possibly be doable.

Oh, now you've gotta. Please win me a spider. [Bucky fixes her with his own puppy-eyes.] I'll make it work your while.

[Natasha just laughs when he gives her that look, tugging him over to the shooting booth.]

Fine, fine. But not with my hands tied behind my back. That's just silly.

[Instead she eyes the targets she needs to hit to win him the spider then turns to him with a grin. Her fingers close around the gun even as she tugs him closer with her other hand, drawing him in for a kiss. Her eyes are laughing and locked on his rather than the targets when she takes her five shots, but there's the ding of a bell as each one hits their mark. After the fifth one, she pulls back from the kiss, only a little smug.]

Will that do?

[At this rate, the men behind the stands are going to kick them out of the park.]

Uh. [Bucky manages.] I think you might need to run that by me again.

[She laughs at the look on his face, the sound light and delighted and then she drops the newly-won spider plush on his head.]

Well if you're not going to pay attention... [She scoffs, starting to turn away with a playfully offended look.]

Are you kidding me? [Bucky lets her turn just enough for him to wrap his arms around her waist from behind and pull her back against him.] I have a hard time not paying attention.

[She's snickering now. And possibly playfully wriggling back against him when he traps her from behind.]

A hard time, is it? I never would have guessed.

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