Bucky
Speech? I Just Got Here
The day suddenly turned a rather slow note, one Bucky was content to stay completely silent for. He kept his eyes on the others, quietly and attentively taking in their own view on the situation at hand, and in turn their personalities. This was an interesting bunch full of aspiring heroes, maybe a little too much on the immature side. Some weren't taking this as seriously as he supposed they should have. Wasn't this supposed to be a big deal? But, Bucky wouldn't say anything, and how could he standing their looking like a ruffled up guard dog, waiting for his shift to be over so he can find a nice spot to chew a bone or something of that caliber. Whatever. He wasn't in the mood for coming up with any better allegories, especially with his Captain droning on, and on over this whole initiative deal. The public got it, so there was no need to continue to personify the glory and freedom that these young lads and lasses would hold up and the something or other with the virtue of the entire nation and world and what-have-you. Bucky frankly could care less after the first round of his "USA! USA! USA!" speech. Not that he didn't care that he was upholding some nifty values and protecting the lives of the innocent, but when you go on and on about it, it tends to nullify any excitement one might have had beforehand.
Of course, now they were supposed to give the crowd a little something in return, as if to introduce themselves to the collective. Bucky wasn't one for speeches and certainly not of the caliber or grandiosity of either the Captain or Superman. In fact, when it was his turn to say something, Bucky sauntered up to the podium, gave one look at the crowd, shrugged, and turned away, much to the public's dismay. Did they really need another hero to put upon their walls? Was it necessary with all of them already spread across the entire world? Honestly, Bucky would rather not have so much publicity and would rather do his job both by himself and in a privacy only he can provide. Apparently, now that he was apart of the team, neither of those things were going to happen. Not that he could complain, lest he incur the wrath of Steve on a bad day.
As they passed through, Bucky lulled into his own fantasies, letting things drift by as they were spoken or showed to them and nodding when necessary. It was necessary he pay that much attention, as he had no intention of doing anything outside his room, the kitchen, and the gym on days off. But, what did spur a teeny bit of interest was Roy's outburst and his inherent dislike of anyone's condescending tone. Guess the kid didn't realize that they were all still technically kids... inexperienced and not lacking the skill that their superiors had. It brought a slight smirk to Bucky's face, especially when Roy's scene had tested Steve's patience.
"You're certainly acting like one," Bucky chimed in at the 'kid' retort, rolling his eyes and finding his place against a wall, "Best not to sugar coat it, Steve, we're all ears. I certainly don't give two craps how you treat us; just don't lie."
"Bucky..." Captain turned his attention away from Roy for a moment.
"No, no," Bucky shook his head as he spoke, "I'm being serious: give it to us straight. Unlike prissy britches over here, we can take it. We're kids. We don't have a lick of experience compared to you guys, so don't sugar coat it with your 'Greater Good' talk and act like your our parent. Mine are long dead and I certainly don't need someone acting like my father."
"James Buchanan Barnes," Captain stood at his max height as he looked down at Bucky.
"There you go again. I don't need this... shit, Steve. You can treat me like a kid all you want, but you can't treat me like your kid," Bucky hissed, pushing himself off the wall and turning to walk into the hallway, "Come get me when you decide to tell us the important crap. I'm done playing hero."
Wiccan
That Escalated Quickly
"Uh, you can call me Billy," Billy introduced himself, slightly taken back by the Ant-Man's bravado. But this was the Ant-Man he was talking to, so almost in an instant his fanboy was showing. Though, he stuffed all the giddiness deep down, even if it was relatively hard next to Hank and Spidey, just to be able to grab his hand and shake it. Someone heard about him? Really? Holy Jesus.
"You... you heard of me?" Billy voiced his thoughts, trying to hide his ecstatic smile, "That's amazing. I mean, I've heard of you, and Spidey, and Batgirl, and Aqualad, and... and you get the gist. I'm sorry, I get excited when I meat actual heroes."
His giddiness was immediately shut up by the commencement of the press conference, to which he paid extremely close attention toward. That and how tight Captain America's suit was. Whoa, Billy, calm down... he thought, taking in a sharp inhale as he turned his attention back to the crowd. He could very well listen better this way. And oh, did it send shivers down his spine. He was an actual hero now. Amazing. Not even. More like—he simply couldn't express himself. But, this was it and boy did it feel great to be standing up there instead of down there. Billy was just as much a part of this team as any of the others, no more or less, of course he didn't at all feel on par with anyone else, despite that.
Speeches, though? They were supposed to what? That took a turn for the worst.
"Uh," he muttered as it was soon his turn to step up to the podium, "I didn't know we were supposed to make a speech."
Staring a little too long at the crowd, Billy raised his arms up in defeat and did his best to smile, albeit sheepishly. "Sorry, folk, don't got anything," he spoke shakily before turning and taking his previous position in the line. But, it soon ended and his heated face was no longer in public view as they were finally given access to Justice League HQ, which was beyond anything Billy could have ever imagined. Not only was he displaying his love and affection toward the simple ID given to everyone, he was visually and ecstatically taking in everything they past, from the simplest things like vases and pictures and whatnot, to the grander things. Billy was currently in a world of his own, though he made sure to lag behind a bit, so as not to bug anyone with his incessant touching and ogling. Not the best impression he could make, so he made sure no one was burdened by his need to go crazy over anything and everything superhero-esque.
When things finally relaxed and Billy found a nice chair get comfy in, things really didn't get to relax and only escalated further, but on a different spectrum than what Billy's high was currently on. Though, it did bring a deep frown to his face as he looked on. He'd not give input because his opinion didn't necessarily matter, but he felt for Bucky Barnes and even Red Arrow, to some extent. But, he had to agree, they were all still kids, pretty much and there was no sense avoiding that. Billy was only sixteen, for crying out loud and he was certainly acting like it, or was. However, there was certainly more to the debate that was underlined in Red Arrow's tone, though Billy didn't want to pick up on it, nor did he want to chime in like Bucky did.
There was no telling how much this was going to carry on, so Billy turned his attention to someone more amiable. Batgirl, looked like she was at least somewhat calm... under her mask... maybe.
"Uh... h-hey," he whispered harshly her way, cupping his hands so his voice carried further, "That escalated quickly, huh?"