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Who: Sam Wilson (AU)
Broadcast: yup!
Action: aboard the Bishop
When: before the Hessia-Helix system, during the drift

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Bucky - the one from Panem - he's in a coma. Has been for a while. He's in my room on the Bishop if anyone wants to visit him.

[ Like he doesn't exactly how long it's been, like he hasn't been counting each day as it goes by. Pretending it just now occurred to him that there's people who might want to know that is a hell of a lot better than admitting he's barely left his room out of paranoia that something might happen to Bucky while he's gone.

Or that it's only just now that he's calmed himself down enough that he thinks he's okay to actually invite other people to come in. ]



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[ And his door is actually open for a little while after this message, if anyone wants to stop by. Sam himself is restless, edgy, but he mostly doesn't look like he's ready to stab someone for moving wrong. ]

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That seems to be kind of a common theme here.

[ Being less stressful than home, anyway - at least taking out the fact that being here is stressful enough, which seems to bother most of the people less than it does Sam himself. Although admittedly, he can't be objective enough to say that's not just because of his current situation. ]

That's more than enough as it is. Thanks, man, I really appreciate it.

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[For the Vision, it's the oddness of having lived half his life here the first time and then suddenly regaining all those memories on his return. The Fleet is as much home as the Avengers compound - sometimes more of one, since he has more friends here and there isn't a terrible rift between them.]

It's my pleasure.

[And after a short while, a visitor is poking about on the Bishop, trying to find the right room. It's not a ship he's spent much time on, but then, none of the ships are really that big.]

Sam?

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[ Sam pokes his head out of his room when he hears his name being called, and though he can't quite manage a smile when he spots Vision, his shoulders definitely sag a little in relief. ]

Over here.

[ He steps back into the room, gaze darting briefly towards where his parrotlet is perched by Bucky's sleeping form before looking back over to Vision. ]

Guess I shouldn't be all that surprised that some planets give the weirdest souvenirs.

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[The Vision enters after Sam and holds out his free hand for a shake.]

I regret the circumstances that led to this, but it is still good to see you.

[And then he opens up the little box to grab the white fluff slug. It seems to nuzzle up around the Vision's hand and extends itself over toward Sam curiously.]

This one is Fuzzball, and the shy one is Pickles. I've brought a week's worth of food, and they don't leave any waste to speak of. Would you like to say hello?

[Both of them are warm and chinchilla-soft to the touch, mostly made out of fur and not at all slimy as the "slug" name might suggest. And, as advertised, they have a calming effect on most people who touch them, helping to ease a little bit of the tension. A couple of totally scientific and not at all subjective tests in his ship's lab came to the conclusion that it's a psychic effect.]

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You, too.

[ Sam hesitates for just a moment before shaking Vision's hand, but when he does, he lingers a little bit longer than he might usually. It's been a long time, and Sam's missed him. ]

Were you the one who named them? [ He reaches out to the little white fluff ball, though, and then he does smile a little when he makes contact. Not what he expected at all, but in a good way. ]

I promise I'm still normally a little more fun than this.

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[He smiles warmly both at the handshake and when Sam picks up the fluff slug, glad he's not one of the few people who reacts negatively to them. It's been a while on his end as well, though for very different reasons, and it's good to see Sam again.]

Oh, goodness, no. My former first mate, Wrath, got first crack at naming all the pets; I've left Duchess Fabiola Fluffbottom in the aquarium back on my ship as she's one of the aquatic ones. We also had a pet fox named Officer Snuggles, though I've no idea where he ended up during my absence.

[He starts to coax Pickles out of the box, and after a few moments the brilliantly green slug inches up onto his hand.]

No, it's quite all right. You don't need to apologize for showing empathy for a friend.