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Who: Bucky & You!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Heron
When: 11/2

[ Hello, fleet! Today you get a message from someone who's been more than a little absent the past month. Some people may be more aware of it than others, but he's finally crawling out of the woodwork.

Waking up has been more than a little disorienting, because he didn't recall falling asleep, or when. It makes him uneasy, a solid weight sitting in his gut. The last time he couldn't remember things, it wasn't so great for the fleet. ]

What year is it?

Not sure how long I was out..Is everyone okay?

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[ well! in for a pound, in for a penny -- and 'cause kate's tried to stay filtered a few times now and one can only go against their nature so often. ]

It's not about you. I get that you might want to carry that burden but -- it can't be about you. Your trauma is your own, sure, and you gotta own what you've done. But getting mired in your 'responsibility' for it all could be mistaken for selfishness.

[ could be. she isn't accusing him -- not completely. ]

If I don't make sure they're remembered and fought for, they'll be forgotten. They don't deserve to be lost to history.

Remembering them isn't on your shoulders alone. History isn't one guy, no matter what the outdated textbooks say.

Maybe not.

[ Doesn't mean he's not going to try and shoulder the entire burden. ]

Edited 2016-11-15 03:59 (UTC)

Hey.

[ sudden change of subject. 'cause why not? ]

Do you like cronuts?

...what the hell is that?

It's what happens when a donut and a croissant have a love-child in Manhattan.

That's a thing? That doesn't sound real.

It's a very real and very delicious thing. And I'm trying to recreate them over here on the Blameless. Attempt 13 isn't a total disaster.

When you have a successful attempt, give me a call.

Harsh. How am I supposed to succeed without constructive criticism? Everyone else I know is either too nice or too Clint.

So you need a scapegoat that's difficult to poison.

That's about the long and short of it, yeah.

Fair enough. I'm game, though I'm not quite sure how I'll be an accurate judge.

Accuracy comes later -- for now, I'll focus on edible. Who knows, maybe someday my knock-offs will also get scalped on the street for $100 'cause no one wants to wait in line for two hours and pay the sticker price of $5. If that day comes, I'll be sure to remember your contribution.

Fair enough. Just tell me when and where.

Edited (whoops wrong code) 2016-11-16 18:56 (UTC)

How does tomorrow sound? Give you the day to get your stretchies out.

[ y'know. because you were asleep. ]

Sounds good.

Wear your comfy pants. :)

I'm not going to ask, but okay. |:

[ food's gonna be so good you're gonna need an elastic waistband, buddy.

hopefully. ]

Come after 12. Noon. I'll be in the kitchen. Probably.

[ You severely underestimate super soldier metabolism, Kate. ]

I can see how having a midnight visitor would be a little weird.

True. Though, hey, you learn to keep weird hours when you become a Young Avenger/actual Avenger.

Space with no day/night rotations doesn't help.

The Heron keeps odd hours, anyway.

You know? It really doesn't help. At all. But I'm sticking with my guns. Noon. You've got a date with a knockoff cronut. Maybe two, if you like'em.

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