AND THE WATER CREEPS TO MY CHEST // CAPSIZING BOATHOUSE

[buckingham barnes]

[ tw for nausea & vomiting ]

Has Buckingham ever seen this much amount of rain in his life? No, no he hasn't- the former assassin spent a huge portion of his life living in a hot desert. It was rare to see even the smallest cloud in that humid sky, actual rain was even more rare. When Buckingham first picked his home, he thought he'd only deal with the boathouse rocking back and forth gently. He didn't dare to think of how a flood or a bad storm would effect his home. Or how much the drastic sways back and forth make his stomach twist into knots.

At first, the swaying was merely like how his boathouse rocks back and forth every night. It didn't feel bad at all, if anything, it gave him some reassurance that his home won't be devastated during this flood. But, he shouldn't have set his hopes so high- as the calming, relaxing rocking slowly turned into a nightmare. It's no longer gentle or slow. Each time his boathouse rocks to one side, it's steeper and faster than before. His furniture is even beginning to move with each rock, which is adding onto Bucky's feeling of nausea. He has no where to focus on, his home is no longer calm and horizontal, rather rocky and all over the place. Bucky has never felt so much nausea in his life, his face would certainly be green if it wasn't for his fur in the way. At this point, his home was tossing back and forth- his knife collection was coming off of the wall, and his furniture(Bucky on his bed) were slamming into each side, no longer taking it slow.

Bucky thought that he'd manage to keep his meal down, that'd he'd somehow walk out of this with a full stomach. But as his boat made the most intense and quick toss, everything for Buckingham turned south. Not only did he vomit all over his mattress and teddy bear, the boat overturned in the water. Or for better words, capsized. Instantly, the maine coon was falling onto the side that was filling with water, nearly getting hit by furniture that would have instantly killed him. His home was quickly filling with water, water spewed into the boathouse from now broken structure and glass. The maine coon grabbed onto his wooden dresser, which floats in the cold water. He clanged on for dear life, his fur soaked in water and puke. "S-someone help!" He gagged as he forced himself to swallow another wave of puke, "I can't get out!" Oh god, he's going to die here isn't he? He wasn't expecting after everything he's went through, that he'd die covered in vomit.


[ his boathouse is very much like this now and filling up with water, feel free to have your character powerplay to drag him out of there before it's too late ]