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

[enshields]

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.

Comments

[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.

[enshields]

[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.

[enshields]

[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.]