driftfleet | ★ 2 | video, action ★

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★ 2 | video, action ★

Who: Bucky!Cap Barnes
Broadcast: Private to Natasha Romanoff
Action: Bishop, planetside on Lyndia
When: Shortly after the last shuffle (for video & Bishop), anytime during their stopover in the Bix system

[Video: Private to Natasha Romanoff]
Hey, so when's a good time for a fight and a drink?

[Action: Bishop]
[Bucky's new on the Bishop, but it's not like he's never been here before. Anyone who's been here for a week or two might have seen him coming and going from Steve Rogers' room. In fact, now that he's on board, that appears to be where he's headed now, with an armful of clothes and a strange, circular red, white, and blue shield tucked under one arm.

Actually, since his hands are full, he very politely(?) kicks at the hatch to Steve's cabin once he gets there.

Later, he can be found walking the ship, familiarizing himself with the bridge, bathroom, and kitchen - where he's also digging for the coffee grounds and means to make it into actual coffee, because that's really important. Seriously. Coffee is magic.]

[Action: Planetside]
[Bucky also takes the opportunity to stretch his legs on Lyndia. In fact, he takes the opportunity to spend some time outside, because no matter how much the natives of this world warn him, it seems fine to him. Not even a sniffle. So he ends up earning some extra cash, running errands and ferrying supplies from the surface, including hacking away at vines, gutting old wooden buildings, and maybe even seeing if he can't track down said reptilian beast.

Bucky spends his significant earnings largely on food and clothing, because a) he wants to eat things that are not gel and b) he wants to wear things that are not jumpsuits. He is also willing to share the riches with friends, should they run into him.]

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[Excuse you, don't you eye those plates like that. In fact, Bucky's going to eye you like maybe he's considering getting dessert - and sharing it.

In truth, though, once he's over Steve apparently materializing out of nowhere, the fact that the guy asked how he's doing... wow. It means a lot - though Bucky has to play it off. He's mostly successful. He thinks.] Yeah, pal. I'm doing all right.

[He might be sizing you up right back.] You had anything to eat that's not protein gel, lately?

[ He can't actually read minds, Buck. Sorry. Therefore, the staring contest is just going to continue. (Until Buck gives up, that is.) Also, it's probably apparent that he doesn't always take his sneaking prowess into consideration when approaching people. ]

Okay. [ Then a shrug, shoulders hunching in a little at the scrutiny. ] Had food here.

[Bucky definitely looks away first because it's not really a staring contest, in his mind. It does tell him a lot - more, anyway - about the guy Steve is now, though. It's... strange. But he can deal with it. He will deal with it, because it's still Steve. Still his best friend.]

Recently? [he asks, at least accepting that answer for what it is.] I was gonna get dessert. Sit down and have some?

[He phrases it as a request, not an order. He really hopes Steve might consider it, though. Bucky points to the chair next to his, not across from it.] Good sight lines from here. [It's why he's sitting where he is, after all.]

[ Hey, at least he's probably not being creepy on purpose. That's a silver lining, isn't it. ]

... Yesterday.

[ Which is probably not what Bucky wants to hear. Steve flicks his gaze back across the restaurant, then shrugs and folds his bulk into the offered seat. ]

What are you having?

[The breath Bucky lets out says that no, it's not ideal, but he doesn't actually say anything about it. He just eyes Steve, as though assessing how many calories the guy might need, and picks up the menu, looking it over.]

I dunno. [He holds it out a little, pointing at one dessert, then a second.] These sound good?

[ Steve leans forward to scan the menu, his shoulder lightly bumping Bucky's. It's not concretely on purpose, this show of physicality, but it's not entirely accidental either. After a minute, once he's scanned the entire dessert section, he points to a third option a little farther down. ]

That one seems okay.

[ Look, Bucky. He's choosing something. ]

[He is choosing something - and it should absolutely be encouraged. Bucky nods, and flags a waiter to order the dessert Steve picked, as well as one of the other ones. That way Steve can have his own, which is really Bucky's goal here.

And if he still feels warm relief at the way Steve's shoulder touched his own... he's doing his best to keep it to himself. Make sure it's no big deal, even if he might look a little more pleased than even when Steve sat down.]

You done any exploring? It's nice to get off the ship.

[ A corner of Steve's mouth turns up. He doesn't smile often, seems to think that positive expressions are something to be doled out only on important occasions, like someone's fancy dress or expensive china. But he can clearly actually really see the lightened emotion on Bucky's face and is responding to it in real time. Not deliberately stuffing it down.

It feels -- nice. ]

Yeah, some. Got a few things for the underground people. Did you know there are dinosaurs wandering around? [ Yes, that is a hint of 'impressed assassin' in his voice. ]

[Bucky actually blinks, maybe staring at Steve for a second longer than he means - which is really one second, period - and his expression relaxes even more. Holy God, he's missed that look on Steve's face. He's missed it so much, even if it's small. It seems huge to him.]

I heard, [he says, sounding impressed, himself.] I haven't run into any, though. Been clearing out some of the old buildings. Found some interesting stuff, but no dinosaurs. Have you actually seen one?

[He leans in a little, genuinely curious. Maybe this feels just a tiny bit like the two of them as kids, poring over comic books and pulp novels. He can't help it.]

They're like lizards, [ Is the best way Steve can think of to explain, bracing one elbow against the table while he talks. ] Really fucking big lizards.

I dunno if they eat leaves or meat, but I ran across one while I was out wanderin' around. Those things can run. Just so happens that I can run a little faster. [ Thankfully. The corner of his mouth curves up another millimeter, clearly pleased with himself. ] It was like something out of Burroughs.

[Bucky laughs a little.] That sounds like what I'd expect.

[And maybe he's kind of enjoying the image of Steve outrunning them... only because he knows it worked, though. He can imagine if he were there at the time, he'd probably have been having a heart attack. It's generally been better for them both, really, for him to learn about some of Steve's worse antics after the fact.

God, even just that is so familiar... he feels like he wants to capture whatever this moment is, and save it forever.]

Makes me kinda sorry I missed it. Were you wearing a loincloth, too?

[ Steve makes a face at that, lips curled up into a grimace instead of the half-smile he was just sporting. ]

Hell, no. This ain't some Earth jungle. God knows what kind of things are lurking around here that the locals aren't telling us. Wearing a little flap of animal skin and nothing else is insane.

[ And he'd rather tip the mental balance toward 'not insane' now, thanks. Especially since nobody has honestly tried to attack him yet. Aside from Buck himself, and a few people from nearly identical worlds, nobody really cares if he's running around and making decisions on his own. It's rather refreshing. ]

[Bucky ducks his head at that, laughing quietly and waving one hand just a little.] Okay, yeah - good point. Playing Tarzan is a lot more fun in Prospect Park than on an alien world. I mean - I guess that makes you John Carter, anyway, by default.

[Right about then, the food arrives - Bucky nudges the dessert Steve had chosen over toward him with the outside of one forearm, pulling the other toward him.] Dig in, pal. My treat. Gotta keep your energy up if you're gonna run from dinosaurs again. Just in case.

Are loincloths allowed in Prospect now?

[ If so, the laws have been loosened greatly in the time he was gone. But then the food arrives, and Steve rolls his eyes at the miniature lecture, choosing to just pick up the silverware provided with the food and dig in. And, this way, he can eat without feeling guilty about spending credits. ]

[Bucky snorts out a laugh, unable to help himself.] They weren't last time I checked, but I don't think that'd stop you really wanted to. Not many rules did.

[It's clear that's a thing Bucky liked - likes - about Steve, given his expression.

Of course, it's clear that he likes the fact Steve is digging into the food, too.] Gotta admit, I really wish we had the capacity to store more than a little fresh food at a time. I'm gonna miss this when we take off again.

[ That slows him down a little, to the point where he's just picking at the food on his plate. ]

All I know is rules.

[Bucky's quiet for a moment, at that.]

We can change that.

How?

[ He might sound a little skeptical. ]

[Bucky's mouth twists.] I guess I don't know, exactly, but - we'll find a way.

Like - right now. I know there's the Atroma and shit, but no one's tellin' you what to do otherwise, right? You're in charge of you.

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★ 2 | video, action ★

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