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[reconstitution]

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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[reconstitution]

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

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[ladybro]

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.

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[reconstitution]

Fair enough. Just tell me when and where.

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[ladybro]

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

[ y'know. because you were asleep. ]

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[reconstitution]

Sounds good.

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[ladybro]

Wear your comfy pants. :)

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[reconstitution]

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

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[ladybro]

[ 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.

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[reconstitution]

[ You severely underestimate super soldier metabolism, Kate. ]

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

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[ladybro]

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

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[reconstitution]

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

The Heron keeps odd hours, anyway.

it's all good.

[ladybro]

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.

[reconstitution]

I'll be there.

[ladybro]

[ AND SURE ENOUGH...

the next day, the kitchen on the blameless is something of a disaster-zone. the table is taken up by cooling racks with donut-croissants in various states of cooling and glazing. the counter is a landscape of mixing bowls, of pots filled with frying oil, and a lot of flour. flour is smudged everywhere.

even on kate, despite the apron. ]

[reconstitution]

[ He lets himself onto the Blameless, and it's easy enough to find the kitchen- or what's left of it. The smell draws him down the hall, and to Kate's credit, it smells fantastic. Hopefully the taste isn't deceiving. ]

..You know, I'm pretty sure the flour is supposed to go in the bowl. Unless they've changed the method of cooking in the past seventy years.

[ladybro]

Most of it got in there. [ she smirks, dragging the back of her hand across her cheek. ] And, to be fair, seventy years brought the excellent leap forward in cooking technology that is the microwave. Not that I've been using ours today. This is strictly a frying situation, here.

[ she cants her head towards the table -- there's a free chair, there, unfettered by a pile of baking sheets. ] Milk? Water? Coffee? I don't have a machine, but I have a french press. It's passable.

[reconstitution]

[ He takes the unoccupied seat, making himself comfortable. ] Coffee sounds great. Do you want me to make it?

[ Or help cleaning up, because this is some intense-level mess she's made. ]

[ladybro]

[ -- pleased with his offer, she nods. ]

Grounds are in there, [ kate points. ] And the press is beside the microwave. The kettle speaks for itself.

[ a grin. ] Someday we'll upgrade the kitchen and I'll get an actual coffee machine to work with -- but for now, the press makes me feel pretty damn fancy.

[reconstitution]

[ Right, he's going to get up and make himself useful for the time being. While she's busy with these doughy monstrosities, Bucky fills the kettle with water and fiddles with the stove until the unoccupied burner comes to life.

Now all that's left is the waiting bit. ]

You ever need anything from an upgraded kitchen, let me know. We've got a pretty good selection of stuff.

[ladybro]

...Really?

[ the gleam in her eye suggests that if you give her an inch, she'll take more than her fair share of miles. ]

Right now, I just make frequent trips to the First Breath. 'Cause Clint. But the occasional raid on your kitchen might relieve his crew of seeing me pop up every few days.

[reconstitution]

Really. Your Captain is a common-enough face. If you don't want to make it over, I'm sure he'd pick up things for you.

[ Bucky Barnes: Winter Pushover. ]

I'm sure they don't mind the visitor, but you're welcome on the Heron whenever.

[ladybro]

Right. 'Cause of the Professor and Magneto. [ a beat. ] Sorry. Hank said I should be calling him Erik. But old habits die hardest.

[ kate uses a pair of tongs to rotate a sizzling batch of would-be cronuts. ]

[reconstitution]

That's right, you know a version of them from your world, don't you?

[ The kettle boils, and he turns the burner off and gets the coffee grounds into the french press before topping it off with water and closing the lid. ]

[ladybro]

Sorta, yeah. I never met the Professor -- but people tend to speak highly of him. [ ... ] Erik, I've met. Worked alongside, actually. Technically.

[ she scoops the sizzling cronut experiments out of the hot oil, barely looking up from her work. ]

[reconstitution]

I don't know about the one from your world, but the one here? I'd probably be pretty lost without him. Erik's not a bad guy, either.

[ Troubled, sure, but not irredeemable. Bucky lets the coffee sit for a few minutes before pushing the strainer down to the bottom of the press, getting a few mugs from a cabinet. ]