Bucky Barnes ★ Captain America (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2019-02-16 03:39 pm
stillgotmyleftarm) wrote in driftfleet2019-02-16 03:39 pm
★ 1 | ACTION ★
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.]
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.]
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"Oh my God, isn't it insane?!"
Steve has been screaming about it for pretty much the entire time he's been unfrozen and his friends understand it academically but never seem to get the way his whole body recoils from a hot dog that costs $2.95. Or a soda in a zoo costing $3.00 and a candy bar nearing $4 at the grocery market. Years later he still can't understand how people afford anything. Even with more money in a paycheck it all seems to slip away with a few dinners that can come out at $50+ just for an entree and a drink.
"I asked for a coffee and it was $5! Do you remember all the things we could buy for $5? People leave their change on the floor when they drop it. You can't even use pennies at all! Nothing at all!"
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He wonders if he's ever going to get over it. He might even be okay if he doesn't.
He chuckles when Steve goes on, but honestly, only because it's true. "I got one of those member cards you can use, and it just reloads when the balance gets low," he admits. "That way I don't have to even look at how much my goddamn coffee is costing me."
He blows out a breath, then, because, "I got backpay, once they found me. I don't think it was nearly what they actually owed me, but... it's still more than I know what to do with. I donated a whole bunch of it. It's not like SHIELD doesn't pay me some stupid amount I can't even look at, either." He shrugs. "People keep telling me it's just numbers, but... goddamn they're big ones."
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"Did you ever think we'd be talking about having too much money? You and me?" His laughing turns into the warm chuckles of remembrance. "It feels like yesterday that you and I would need to share a beer just so we could get drinks for our dates. Or the months of finding new ways of cooking corned beef and cabbage. I can't believe people think that's Irish food; it was just dirt poor food..."
He looks over at Bucky and shakes his head. "Everything is the same and so different at the same time... It's crazy."
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"I mean, I understand interest and inflation, but..." Bucky just shakes his head. It's one thing to think about a couple years of it. But seventy years of it tends to explode in your face, even when you're used to weird shit like guys with red skulls for faces.
And speaking of weird shit - Steve's right. Complaining about too much money definitely tops the list. "About as much as I ever thought about turning ninety-seven," he admits, because Steve will understand just how fucked up that sounds - and how true it is. "Ugh, and you had it easy, you know - that shitty sense of smell and taste of yours probably made the stuff taste only half as bad." He knocks Steve's hand away with his shoulder, but he's grinning, just looking for ways to get their casual, easy way back into his body language. It's easy - so easy - just to fall back into the habit, like he never had to stop. God.
"I have had little kids ask me what it was like before electricity," Bucky says, both bemusement and horror under his voice. "But you know... the things that did actually change? Some of 'em are for the better, at least." He's sure Steve knows what he means: an end to segregation. Women in the military. Vaccines for polio and a crapton of other stuff. Ashma inhalers.
Not that Steve needs 'em, but every time Bucky sees a kid managing with something Steve had... it sets off something bitingly bittersweet inside him.
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But Bucky is right. There's so much in this time that's better. Not everything but the line of progress is pointing up. People are less sick, less ostracized, less endangered than they had been before. Steve remembers how it used to be. Anyone different could count on being teased and cast out. Now people held hands with their loves out in the open. Held the kids proudly despite how they'd come around or how they were.
Steve likes it. Even if he does still get baffled at the culture shock of it all.
His eyes are soft and warm as they look at Bucky. The air between them is warm. Smells like it had, before. The two of them together against the rest of the world, bloody noses and all.
"But at least I have this grumpy old man to complain with."
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Bucky's sigh is put-upon and definitely overly dramatic. "I guess we are," he points out, but there's laughter just under his voice. They are, and sometimes it's too weird to think about, but right now, it's just damn nice to have someone who understands. He'd never thought he'd know what it's like.
But Steve does, as weird and mixed up and strange and unfair as the whole situation may be. Steve understands, and there's really no one else that Bucky would want to understand him, for better or for worse.
He snorts, knocks Steve's shoulder with his own, and says, "You'd better respect your elders, kid."
Then he flashes a grin, and tilts his head toward the door. "Come on. Someone showed me how to make coffee, or something that passes close enough for it. Let's grab some."