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[frostythehitman]

JAMES (BUCKY) BARNES

Hey, this is James. Text me if you need me. Or leave me a message if you want, but I'm probably not going to listen to it because, seriously, this is 2017 and no one uses voicemail any more.

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[buncho]

were you not listening at all???? neways doesnt matter who, this time i want you to be there. bring all your leftover spray paint

[frostythehitman]

You're talking about throwing someone into an explosion, I think it kind of does matter!

And even if I wanted to give you spray paint, I don't have any. Who even is this?

[buncho]

[ screams into the air at why this guy is so bad at reading and paying attention to who he's even talking to but it's her, she sucks at paying attention to return messages and only catches on now ]

haha nvm forget i said anything, hi james its mafuyu, glad your not a cop

[frostythehitman]

[ w hat the fuck is mafuyu even UP TO any more ]

Mafuyu what the hell are you doing.

[buncho]

nothing. whats up james whatre you up to

[frostythehitman]

Hey, you don't know, I might actually be interested in whatever the hell it is you're doing!

[buncho]

this is all hush hush if youre going to help ok
im going to throw paint into the fire to see if it would explode but youre not allowed to get out of the way

[frostythehitman]

[ ...on the one hand, he doesn't want to explode

but on the other hand, he doesn't want to be the wuss who chickens out of this ]

I'm in.

[buncho]

awesome
bring paint and fire

[frostythehitman]

[ what has he DONE ]

The spray kind, or will any type work?

[buncho]

[ a service to this world ]

the sprays the kind we tried last time and it seems to work ok but a buckets the same thing if we fling everything into the air right?

[frostythehitman]

[ Well. They'll have to make a bucket of paint work, because James can't buy spray paint without an adult, and his dad would never allow it. ]

We'll make it work.

Where and when?

[buncho]

subway entrance and rn
i grabbed one of the strikers from chem lab so it wont be a repeat of last time

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[frostythehitman]

Alright, be there in an hour.

[ And true to his word, in just about one hour exactly, James is standing nonchalantly at the subway entrance. Or, as nonchalantly as one can stand at the entrance to an abandoned tunnel while holding two full cans of paint. ]

[buncho]

[ Mafuyu's squatting by the entrance with the striker in her hand, nonchalantly trying to set grass on fire or something, but they're too wet and she's not using the striker properly, so arson doesn't happen just yet and Mafuyu abandons the striker on the ground to run up to greet James. ]

What colors did you bring?!

[ Very important!! Also hi, long time no see ]

[frostythehitman]

Wow, hi. [ What a friendly greeting indeed. ]

I've got one red, one yellow. That good enough for you? [ He lifts up each can in demonstration as he describes the colors. ]

[buncho]

Heck yeah, we'll do the red first in case we only get one shot before someone calls.

[ the cops

But anyways! She picks up her striker and lets James do the heavy lifting of both cans of paint, heading down the steps of the subway entrance two at a time until they're inside. It's pretty dark inside, no lights once they're far enough from the entrance that the sunlight no longer reaches down there, but into the darkness is where she wants to go. ]

You ever been down here? A bunch of guys and I spent the month down here before everything got "fixed," but there were a bunch of closed up rooms and stuff down here. Let's see if we can blow our way through.

[frostythehitman]

[ James grins deviously. ]

Now we're talking! I've spent the past week trying to get into every station I could find! Maybe it is time to use some firepower.

[buncho]

What's up with last week? Where're you trying to go?

[ Mafuyu is trying to get to Candyland. She doesn't say this out loud, because she needs things to go boom first before she's pummeled with questions and weird looks. ]

[frostythehitman]

The subway, duh.

[ He does not expand any further. Instead, he just lifts the cans of paint up. ]

Alright, Miss Pyrotechnic, how are we doing this?

[buncho]

Okay, so apparently [ """apparently""" ] paint is super flammable. So I was thinking we light something small, throw it into the can, slam the lid back on, and then BOOM!!!!

[ A flawless plan where nothing can go wrong. ]

[frostythehitman]

[ Sounds legit. ]

Alright, makes sense. Let's do this thing then.

[ He pulls out a guitar pick and uses it to pry off the lid of the red paint. He sets it down as close to the shut-off entrance as he can, practically having it touch the wall. ]

Here it is, in all its crimson glory. Ready when you are.

[ He waggles the lid a little bit in demonstration, while keeping it close enough to the can that he can slam the lid on quickly. ]

[buncho]

[ The fuel this time is some failed math exams her parents don't need to see, that she wads up and holds on her palm so she can use the striker with the other hand. It takes several tries for the spark to catch, but paper burns faster than she expected and fire is hotter than she expected but it's okay, nothing is going wrong. ]

—shit! Hot! CATCH!!

[ flings the blazing paper at James' face, maybe he can lift the bucket and catch it like that ]

[frostythehitman]

Whoa!

[ Sure enough, he jerks the bucket upwards to catch the paper, but given that it's a full bucket of paint, it splashes and covers him in bright red.

Before he can even think, though, he slams the lid down on it and scrambles away from it. If this thing's going to explode, he doesn't want to get caught in the blast radius. ]

[buncho]

[ The blast radius is more like a blast... beam, with them being in a hallway as they are. Mafuyu gets barely two steps away before the bucket blows up, not enough pressure under the lid compared to a sealed bucket for it to demolish the entire subway and bring the structure down over their heads, but the force of hot, wet paint slamming onto her back and slicking the floors is enough knock her over, landing face first in a puddle of red. Flames flicker here and there, but the wall remains sound.

disappointing...

but also

THAT WAS SO COOL. ]