"Getting Started"
A/N: Saw the movie today and I got a load of inspiration to parody the series. HELL YEAH!
A tween could be seen writhing beneath some bed sheets. His body was drenched in a cold sweat, and the slightest moan would escape his lips every now and then. The reason for his odd behavior was because the young kid, who we'll call Bucky, knew that it was about time that tributes were chosen for the annual Hunger Games.
Thankfully, he had one thing to calm him during these stressful times, and that person was his best friend Steve Rogers. See, the kid couldn't depend on his alcoholic mother. Because the woman had long forgotten about her family since the death of her husband.
So it was up to Steve to look after his friend, and every morning, he would stop by to drop off food and chat with little Bucky.
Well, this morning was no different. Steve poked his head into Bucky's room and found the kid crying in his sleep. Rushing over, he shook the boy awake. "James, wake up." He urged the child in his arms. Bucky snapped his eyes open and instantly hugged the brawny man. "Oh Steve, they called my name again." Steve patted the boy's head. "Don't worry, they won't choose you this year." The tween sniffled. "You can't be so sure. I have a feeling that it's my time."
Steve could only do what he knew best. "Uh, hush up little boy." He then pulled away from Bucky who laid back in his spot on the bed. "I think you should try to get some more sleep." Steve said. He moved to stand up when Bucky's hand shot out and grasped the older man's arm. "Please don't go without singing a little something."
Steve huffed loudly. "Okay, but first, I need you to close your eyes." Once the child complied, the man begun to serenade the boy. "All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, better run, better run. Out run my gun." He kept on until he deemed that the child was ready to sleep without him.
He stood up and exited the bedroom. Out in the living room, he could see that Misses Barnes was passed out on the sofa. This made the super-soldier shake his head in disapproval. Such a selfish woman. The man thought as he wielded his shield.
Exiting the home, the Steve ventured through the run-down town. He could see the usual people marveling at his perfectly toned body. They normally asked how he was able to sustain such a physique, and the blonde would always give the same response. I'm just this naturally fit. Too bad the locals wouldn't accept that as a reasonable answer.
Soon the man found himself at the useless fencing that was supposed to keep the wild life from getting into the city, but in reality, it was to keep the people of district 12 from getting out. Steve made his way to an opening in the fence and tossed his shield through the slit. He then climbed through it himself.
On the other side, he was in the forbidden forest of doom. Why was he here? Well, he normally came out here to do a little hunting. And today was his lucky day, why? Because no sooner did he look up, he could see a deer in the clearing up ahead.
Steve raised his shield and tried to get as close to the animal as possible, and it seemed as if his plan was going smoothly. But when he stepped away from the tree, he saw the deer taking off. Lowering his shield, the man scooped up a pile of leaves and tossed it in the air. Down wind. Shit… The man thought as he began his pursuit of the creature.
Surprisingly, a few steps and a scene transition later, the man had caught up with the deer. Taking his place behind a tree, the man had once again, prepared to throw his shield at the hoofed mammal. And just as he was about to let go, a boulder flew through the trees and struck the animal, which caused it to explode. Body parts and entrails rained for a second before everything settled. "Ah…wasn't that a glorious shot." Thor's voice boomed throughout the forest. Steve got sight of the man when he stepped from behind a nearby tree.
"Damn it, you ruined yet another prized kill." The super-soldier screamed. "Ah, don't worry about it. I'll make it up to you." Thor motioned his friend to follow him.
Soon, the pair were atop a hill. The larger man plopped on the ground and gestured for his friend to join him. "Dude, I am tremendously thrilled that the Hunger Games is taking place in a few weeks." Steve didn't share an ounce of excitement. "Well, I'm not." Looking out into the distance. "They could possibly take Bucky, and I would hate for that to happen."
Thor laid on his back. "You my friend have become such a softy." He continued. "While I embrace the event, you shy away." The blonde shifted to his stomach and looked at his friend. "You use to love the games just as much as I do." Steve shook his head. "Ah, you won't understand." Those words were the only thing that Steve could say.
"Anyways, I'm hoping that they select me for the event. It's no secret that they mentioned my name 54 times." Smiling with confidence. "The odds are, indeed, in my favor." Steve chuckled at his friend's declaration. "Let us hope that you achieve your dream. We wouldn't want another temper tantrum like last year."
The two laughed before settling down into silence. Not knowing how to bring back the conversation, Thor just sat back and observed the forest below while Steve thought of the impending reaping. If they chose Bucky, how would he survive?
Thor glanced at his friend and noticed the worried expression. "Steve, you remember that thing I promised you?" Reaching into his coat, he pulled out a smashed piece of salami. Steve's eyes brightened. "Holy crap, is this real?!" Snatching away the meat, he sniffed it before taking a bite. "Where'd you get this?" Thor sat there laughing. "One, it's real and two, I can't disclose that info."
Steve punched his arm. "Whatev—"The sound of an aircraft cut through Steve's reply. Thor immediately grabbed Steve and pulled him into the brush. And they watched as the flying machine flew over-head. "We should be getting back."