steve's luck with things that fly is nonexistent, really.

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Who: Crew of the Bloodsport, anyone who'd drop by!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Anywhere on the ship.
When: 12/13/15 specifically, but you can really pick and choose as much as you would like as far as dates go. Get your mingle on!

ps: as an aside, the bit of media that Steve received was a 'Star-Spangled Man' USO performance so if anyone wants to have seen that so hilarity can ensue, feel free.

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No, I guess not.

[ There's no way to tell what, if anything, will be remembered of this place if and when they return. He's still grateful that Steve refuses to give him an empty promise. Being honest is better.

Steve mentioned earlier that Natasha had dumped information on the internet.. He looks up from the table. ]

What information went public?

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All the data Hydra had stored on SHIELD's servers.

[No sense flinching from it.]

A lot of classified information about the Chitauri attack, every black ops mission overseas for the last decade. My war record, as much as was ever transcribed and digitized, Natasha's service record for and against America. [He glances down.] Most relevant information they had on you went down with Zola. Pierce kept you off the grid.

[A bitter twist to his mouth. It's maybe the only smart thing Pierce ever did, because if Steve had to choose-- he doesn't know that he could have dumped SHIELD's files if exposing his best friend was on the line.]

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[ There are lots of things civilians shouldn't be aware of, though Natasha must have had her reasons. It's for the best that no one have all the pieces to his own record. There are too many things that can be used against him; the programming runs deep enough that he's not even sure what's there.

It's best that it went down with the one who made him in the first place. ]

You're sure he's dead? Who else--?

[ God, he wants to know, but at the same time, he doesn't want to think about the possibility of a different outcome. ]

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He 'died' in the seventies, they kept his-- consciousness on a series of computers. Those data banks were destroyed. I was there for that.

[He works his jaw off to one side.]

Alexander Pierce. That one I missed-- but he took two shots to the heart. I don't know about the rest of STRIKE. Lot of people were unaccounted for after Insight went down.

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[ Pierce. God.. As horrible as it is, he had been the most consistent face when coming out of the ice. The most recognizable, at least. The others tend to fade into the background.

That dark part of his brain is all but screeching, now. He should have been there to take the hit for his master. All but impossible if his mission was elsewhere, but-- it's still inexcusable. What about his handlers? Where were they? Were any of them left? He starts referring to the proper protocol in where to report in such an event, but that thought process comes to a slamming halt.

Logically, he knows it's fucked up to even care about what the fuck happens to any of the people that did that to him. Forced him to be their monster that went bump in the night. He just can't shake the knowledge that he failed and there will be hell to pay for it somewhere.

With a start, he looks up from the table that he'd lost focus on, instead keeping Steve's face in his sights with a frown. ]

..Oh.

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[He recognizes the conflicting emotions too late. Bucky was, in many respects, a better liar than the Winter Soldier - the expression isn't one he's ever had cause to see before - and Steve glances away to give him a moment's privacy.

Because at the end of the day, Bucky's defining characteristic was his loyalty. To a boy that never earned it, to a country that didn't deserve it, to a war that stripped him down to nothing. It's a knife-edge against his throat, that Hydra saw that and exploited it. But of course they would. There've only been a handful of people in all the world in which that loyalty runs soul-deep.

Softly,]

You gonna be okay?

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I'm fine.

[ He immediately regrets the waspish tone, and at least looks apologetic. ]

Sorry-- I hate this. [ He stays quiet, looking back to the table, then briefly to the door. Still wary that someone is listening, waiting. It's been six months and he still can't find it in him to truly relax unless he's around his double. It's getting better around Steve, though. Slowly, but surely. He wants things to be the way they used to- the way that's still hard to remember. No thanks to Hydra.. ]

I understand what I am to them. I know that I don't owe them anything. I can't-- [ He shakes his head. ] It's harder than I thought...getting them out of my head.

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[The anger rises like bile. Sam'd prewarned him, they may have to wrestle with something like Stockholm Syndrome. He swallows it, and after a tentative moment reaches out to very, very gently touch the pads of his fingers to Buck's metal wrist.]

It's all right to feel that way, pal. It was all you knew for seventy years. Anyone in your place would feel that way. It's-- how they operate. And it's not your fault.

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[ He sees Steve's hand move, so he doesn't react, simply watches until there's pressure on his wrist. Winter's head inclines slightly to looks at him, assessing his expression.

It's sympathetic, but it doesn't rub him the wrong way- it's not pity. Not from him, and certainly not from Jim. ]

I'm glad it didn't happen to anyone else. [ There's no way he'd wish it upon anyone, either. ]

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[Tiredly,]

It shouldn't have happened to anyone.

[Ever. Period. That human minds can conceive of such cruelties-- he wishes he could say he doesn't know where they come from. If he ever had any illusions about mankind being more good than evil, they died at Oradour-sur-Glane. And again, a million times more, at a million more atrocities. The War was just a showcase for what already existed in the human condition.

He was never naive, but once upon a time he had a hope that's since been gutted, and had the red ruin of its innards strewn out over snow. Will is what sustains him, not hope.]

But maybe we can keep it from-- ever happening again. I'd like that.

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No..but there's no changing that it did. Now they pay the price.

[ It's something that happened, something normal people couldn't have possibly endured, but he did. Someone else may not be so lucky, and that's troubling. Hydra is still out there- even if some of its higher ups are dead. Cut off one head... It would be nice not to have anymore victims of it. ]

I'd like that too, Steve.

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[I'm not gonna stop, he'd told Peggy a lifetime ago. Until all of Hydra is dead or captured. He withdraws his hand back into his own space and looks down at them, works the pad of his thumb into his opposite palm like he's trying to lessen an ache.]

Depending on-- how things go for us. Both of us. Maybe that's something we can do together.

[There's a slight hitch in his words, but his pulse is steady and strong. This is a longer conversation than any he'd dared hope for, but he doesn't mean like old time's sake. What they had, who they were, those men are gone. But it's not - and never, as far as he's concerned - to build something from the ashes.]

[reconstitution]

[ Depending on how things go for us. That's honestly as good a promise as any, considering Steve said he'd been looking for him the better part of a year with no leads. There's no telling how much longer after that it will keep up.

There's no telling how much of that he's already done, but a little help would go a long way.

Their conversation is longer than the first or even the second, so they're getting there. It's going to take time to rebuild, or even build at this point. How it eve happened, he's not sure. Winter really didn't come to have this deep, long-winded conversation- but look how it ended. He nods and the corner of his mouth ghosts upward, the barest of smiles as he stands. ]

I should go.

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[He'd been expecting it, and nods.]

Here-- hold up. I'll throw something together, you can take it back with you. Make sure Jim eats some of it too, all right?

[His instinct is to scramble to his feet like Buck may not be there when he turns around, but he forces himself to be slow. Deliberate. Still, he keeps his hands visible and as much tension as he can manage from the set of his shoulders. He plates up a few extra servings, as well as a couple gingerly wrapped pieces of pie. He turns around and holds it out for Winter to take.]

And-- thanks. For listening. You didn't have to, but I-- appreciate the talk.

[reconstitution]

[ Their talk has helped- he doesn't feel quite so ready to flee as he had at other times they'd met. He watches as Steve gathers food for him to take- which he'll make sure Jim eats at some point. It's the least he can do, right? ]

I will.

[ He takes the items from Steve with a small nod. Winter almost says 'it's what he would have done'. Bucky. Himself, technically.. But it doesn't feel right, so Winter nods. ]

I wanted to.

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[He stands quite still, in a way that suggests he feels too big for the space he occupies, and then smiles. It's crooked and broken and somehow still bright.]

Don't be a stranger, Winter.

[It's a colloquialism, half a request, but it couldn't have meant more if he'd said it on his knees. He's not begging, not exactly, but-- the parallel lines are there, and then he turns away to finish up in the kitchen, so he doesn't have to watch Buck leave.]