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[stillgotmyleftarm]

Who: Bucky!Cap Barnes
Action: Throughout the Marsiva holding area
When: Feb 15-17-ish

[Bucky is new. He's new, and confused, and he figures the best way to get answers is to go find them. For better or worse, there's not a whole lot of space in which to find them, since he's limited to the same holding area as the rest of the passengers, but on the plus side, given that everyone else is confined to the same area, he's more likely to run into said passengers. When he spots someone who looks like they might be amenable to talking, he's very likely to approach.

For the most part, the faces are not familiar; he wanders the living area and the kitchen (where he's likely to stop and get some coffee, thank God that seems to exist here). He pokes his head into the bathroom and gym, too, and of course actually makes use of the former to take a shower on a regular basis. The gym he doesn't so much use as inspect and note; he's still too wary of where he is for anything resembling recreation, and thanks to the serum, he doesn't actually need to do much in the way of regular training to keep himself up. Maybe later.

Mostly, what will strike people is the fact that his face looks like the Bucky Barnes already on board, if you've managed to get a good look at that, but his hair is cropped short and his face is clean-shaven and his left arm is definitely not metal. All he's got to wear is the dark blue STRIKE uniform (sans helmet and shield) that looks - to some people, probably - like it should belong on Steve Rogers instead.]

Comments

[passingthrough]

[Nothing like a hot cup of space coffee after a rough night of people invading your mind and seeing your deepest, darkest memories and then perusing some of theirs, right? She looks up as someone approaches and her eyes fall on Bucky and there is recognition in them. Recognition for a number of things but also confusion. The current Bucky with the long hair isn't even the first one she met. She met a shorter-haired slightly younger version when she first arrived and another that called himself Winter for a long time. And then there's that uniform.]

What? [Yes, Kitty. Good first greeting.]

[stillgotmyleftarm]

[Bucky is definitely zooming in on the smell of coffee, although the young woman who's currently holding the source of that smell doesn't seem like a bad thing to zoom in on, either. Look, they've already got something in common, right? Aside from the kidnapping thing, even.

He blinks a little at the, uh, greeting, before his lips curl up just the tiniest bit.] I think that was my line. Now what'm I supposed to say?

[Well, he'll start with,] Where do I find some? [He tilts his head toward the coffee.]

[passingthrough]

[His replies break through her conflicting internal questions and she manages to land on something more helpful than, "what?". She even manages to smile back.]

I'll get you a cup.

[She sets the machine to make another while glancing over to him.] You didn't recently cut your hair, right? [Remember when something like that would be the easiest and most realistic explanation?]

[stillgotmyleftarm]

Thanks. [His gratitude is definitely evident in his voice; he's also watching what she does, determined to get it for himself next time.

At the question, he looks maybe a little nonplussed, but then almost apologetic.] I have a feeling you're not gonna like that the answer is no, [he offers. Were that it was the most realistic explanation. Of course,] Can I ask why you're asking?

[passingthrough]

You can, but I was really hoping you'd already know that one. [It's always weird to be the person who tells you that you have a doppleganger. It's weirder to live a life where she knows that and has experienced it.]

How long have you been here?

[sassy_assassin]

[ Sara eyeballs him a bit, but she's been through this all before with different people, so she goes to pour herself a cup ]

Nothing like the smell of space coffee in the whatever time of day it is.

[stillgotmyleftarm]

[Bucky just smiles nonchalantly back, "toasting" her a bit with his cup.] Funny enough, it smells a lot like Earth coffee. I'm not sure whether to be reassured or worried. Maybe both?

[sassy_assassin]

[ she clinks back ]

Probably both.

Sara Lance.

[stillgotmyleftarm]

That sounds like the safest route.

Bucky Barnes.

[He takes a slow sip, maybe to wait a beat and see if that means anything. Everyone back home does, but this definitely ain't home.]

At least it tastes like Earth coffee, too. That is reassuring. You been here long?

[outstandingbalance]

[At least one passenger finds that uniform familiar. That face too, though she notices that second. Natasha has been laying low during the extended stay on the Marsiva but that doesn't mean she's not paying attention.

She has the advantage of knowing this was a possibility.]

Barnes? Or should I call you Captain?

[She keeps a cautious distance, letting him see her approach. No reason to surprise him if there's no Natasha Romanoff in SHIELD in his timeline.]

[stillgotmyleftarm]

[The thing is, as soon as Bucky spots her, he starts to feel something almost, almost like relief - and then she has to go and ask that.

Well, that answers that, then. Probably?]

Romanoff, [he says, and it's not a question. It's a cautious greeting.] You usually call me whatever you want.

[Which is generally,] Barnes is fine.

[He's still maybe trying to judge whether she's his Natasha, though most signs seem to be pointing to no. Not in the least because she wasn't missing last he checked, and he still doesn't know whether that's a thing.]

[outstandingbalance]

[His reaction tells her a lot. Almost as much as that STRIKE uniform and his intact left arm do. She remembers hearing about Jim, the Barnes who was here before, the one who'd taken up the shield. Not him either, since she's fairly sure this Barnes doesn't know what's going on here...

But if he's anything like other versions of himself, he'll be an ally. She shakes her head a little.

As though her life isn't complicated enough.] Barnes it is. [Her lips twitch in a rueful smile, almost apologizing for what she's about to ask.] Have they explained where you are yet?

[stillgotmyleftarm]

[If there's anything he's learned, it's that life can always, always get more complicated. ]

Not as much as I'd like, [he has to admit. He watches her for a moment, before he says,] Honestly, I'd like to hear your take on it.

[If she's at all like his Natasha - and she already is, in a lot of the outward ways - then a debrief from her is exactly what he wants.]

[generalgrievous]

[One day in the gym there is a strange sight. This tall cyborg is picking up weights as if they weigh barely anything and he makes some unimpressed sounds, finally tossing one down which lands with a heavy thud.]

Bah!

[stillgotmyleftarm]

[Well. That's - new.

Bucky isn't surprised by a whole lot, anymore. But this is definitely strange, and a little fascinating. He might stand there and watch for a minute, before clearing his throat.] Weight selection not exactly up to par?

[Look, he can bench press a tank if he's really gotta - now that he's fully willing to admit to the serum. But this guy seems like he could do that and probably a whole lot more.]

[generalgrievous]

It is a weak assortment.

[Grievous turns as he speaks, toward Bucky, looking him over.]

Is it adequate for you humans?

[stillgotmyleftarm]

[Bucky glances around, then makes his way over, picking up the one Grievous threw down, regardless of how much it weighs.]

Depends on the human, [he says, putting it back where it belongs.] But adequate for most of us, yeah.

[He smiles a little; there's even some sympathy in it.] But it looks like it's not suited to you.

[brooklyn_boy]

When in doubt of what else to do with his emotions, Steve punches things. Is it the most well-adjusted way of coping? Maybe not. But it's all he's got until he can find an alcohol accessible to get him drunk.

Steve therefore is spending almost all of his time between Calibrations in the gym punching the hell out of bag after bag. He has a stack of five next to him and scattered debris around the floor as he starts laying into the one in front of him.

He only knows pieces of what's going on right now. What people are doing and seeing in his head. But he knows what he's seen. Who he's seen. And, God, what he's seen.

His fist punches straight through the bag and Steve grunts as it falls apart a second later. It will join the stack of four ruined bags against the wall. Time for number five.

[stillgotmyleftarm]

Bucky manages to walk in just in time to see the bag split and its contents go flying. It would almost, almost be funny, if he didn't utterly understand immediately what Steve's doing. For a second, he actually considers just ducking back out again, and leaving Steve to it. But then, he never was really very good at letting Steve stew on his own.

So instead, Bucky shuffles over and, while Steve is unhooking the ruined bag, he picks up the fresh one. "How is it we're on a fucking space ship, and the gym equipment is still shit?"

[brooklyn_boy]

The voice is familiar and Steve's already relaxed a smidge by the time he turns toward this alternative version of his friend. "None of them seem to expect super humans needing to work out." Not that he actually needs to. But it makes him feel better. Let's him burn off some steam and some aggression with no one getting hurt.

He steps back, waving Bucky forward to have the first few swings.

"So. Having a good first few days here?"

[stillgotmyleftarm]

"Huh," is Bucky's noncommittal reply, but he maybe sort of files that information away as possibly useful. Clearly not that useful, given the givens, but still. Not insignificant, either.

He considers Steve for a moment, but when the other steps back, Bucky only hesitates for a moment before jabbing out with a couple of punches. His technique is cleaner than Steve's - he's the one who taught Steve (his Steve, at least) how to box at all - and he's maybe holding back a little, but the bag still swings more than a little appreciably. He's just not intent on breaking the thing before Steve even gets a go at it. Steve's the one who needs it.

Although Bucky can't deny that hitting something feels awfully good, just at the moment.

He does glance over at the question, letting out a sound that's between a snort and a laugh. "As good as they can be. Who doesn't love a good kidnapping?" But then his features soften a little, because, "Company's not bad, though," he adds softly. It's not. Present company especially, but there are more than a few interesting people here. He can't deny he's sure met some unique ones. "I don't know that I'm gonna make very good entertainment, though." Despite the fact that he's more than a little sure escape attempts probably rank pretty highly. People love watching other people fail, and all that.

[unbearablynaive]

[Being in fairly close proximity to everyone else means that, apart from the few days where he manages not to leave his room at all, the Vision has to go out at least once or twice to pick up some new books, and often finds himself in the living room browsing for new selections or sharing his favorite movies with people who have never seen them before. It's as good a distraction as he's going to get, but he misses his ship and not having people wander through his memories every night. It stirs up things in him that had been dormant for a long time, and he wonders if there are going to be any strange effects.

Like suddenly seeing Jim walking through the living area. He does a double take and then removes his headphones, so have a probably unfamiliar maroon guy with bands of metal in his skin and a bright yellow gem set into his forehead. He looks half like he's seen a ghost.]

Captain?

[stillgotmyleftarm]

[Bucky is by now starting to absorb his surroundings - he guesses he's had some decent practice at it by now, waking up someplace that's completely foreign and futuristic and having to get used to the people that populate it.

The title that's been his for a couple years now catches his attention, and he stops, head turning in the direction of the voice. It belongs to a definitely unfamiliar maroon guy whose expression is both confusing and maybe a little concerning. Bucky knows his face is all over the place back home, so it's not completely unusual for someone to know him that he doesn't know. But usually not someone who looks quite like this.]

Yeah, [he hazards, friendly enough, if curious.] Can I help you?

[It's a genuine offer - the kind of offer a career superhero makes, because that's pretty much what Bucky is by now. What is his life.]

[unbearablynaive]

[Well, that answers that. The augments have been known to glitch and make people earlier versions of themselves, but even a younger Winter Soldier wouldn't answer to that. A series of emotions plays across his face, starting with an old sadness but ending in a genuine curiosity tinged with a bit of relief.]

Welcome to the Fleet. I suppose you don't remember me, but I am the Vision, and I'm one of the newer members of the Avengers.

[stillgotmyleftarm]

[Bucky's admittedly curious about the emotions he can see passing over the other's face - he's starting to put something together, at least, in terms of figuring that this guy must know him a lot better than Bucky might suspect, but then he speaks and that explanation definitely helps, for all that it's still a strange one to hear.]

Ah, [he says at first, just taking that in.] So - you're from my future.

[It's more of a question than a statement, but not entirely not a statement, either, because,] I'm sorry, then. I don't know you - yet, I guess.

[He blows out a breath.] This place just gets weirder and weirder.