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[beer_and_fire]

Mick Rory

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[woundedwinter]

I need you to take something for me.

And to keep me out of my own head. [He knows Stark meant well. He does. But Bucky can't look at the wrist cuff right now.]

[beer_and_fire]

Sure, want me to meet you at the farm or somewhere else? Can meet ya at the saloon, buy ya a round or 12.

[woundedwinter]

Let's start at the farm. Then we can go to the saloon. [Bucky has noticed that since he met Mick Rory that he's stopped drinking alcohol so while he isn't going to turn down a companionable afternoon, he's not going to have too many beers or go for the harder stuff. Rory is a damn adult and if it bothered him Bucky is positive he'd speak up about it, but he can at least try and be decent to his friend.

He just.. needs that cuff away from him, good intentions be damned.]

[beer_and_fire]

Alright, I'll be there in fifteen minutes or so. [Mick doesn't care if Bucky drinks a whole keg in front of him, he's not phased anymore. IF he trusted himself at all he'd have a drink too, but it's still too soon to fall off the wagon just yet. But other people drinking doesn't bother him anymore, not really]

[woundedwinter]

Thank you.

[When Mick arrives he'll find the package from Stark just inside the door, dropped where Bucky had left it. He's in the kitchen, keeping his distance, not even looking at the damn thing.]

[beer_and_fire]

Barnes? You in here? [Mick has let himself inside of the house, almost tripping over the box. He shrugs at it before venturing further when hearing noise from the kitchen.]

Buck?

[woundedwinter]

[The mantra helps keep him centered, at least enough to make sure the memories don't overwhelm him.
James Buchanan Barnes, serial number 32557038.

He's in the kitchen, finally raising his head when he can hear Rory at the door.]

Yeah.
In here.

[beer_and_fire]

[Mick steps into the kitchen, eyes going wide at the wide eyed look that Bucky presented to him. Damn...]

What's wrong? Something happen? Steve okay?

[woundedwinter]

Steve's off world. [A shaky breath as he points towards the door.]

Stark sent something. I know.. I know he meant well but I can't.. I can't have it in the house. I need it gone.

[beer_and_fire]

I can set it on fire if ya want. [Why yes, that is a slightly maniacal look in his eyes.]

Be right back. [Yeah, he's gonna burn it unless you stop him]

[woundedwinter]

[Stop him? Who's stopping him?
Certainly not Bucky.]

There's a small firepit out back.

[beer_and_fire]

Alright. [Ten minutes later Mick is shuffling back inside]

S'just ashes now, Buck. Wanna go get some grub?

[woundedwinter]

[News that it's ash is enough to have his shoulders lowering in something that almost feels like relief. He nods.] Yeah, yeah that sounds good. My treat.

[beer_and_fire]

Maybe even a couple rounds of darts, huh?

[Mick smiles and then walks with Bucky out side and then to town and the Saloon.]

I want onion rings and them sweet potato fry things with my burger. I can't eat 'em all, you wanna have some of either of 'em?

[woundedwinter]

Yeah, that sounds good. [Already he's able to breathe easier, to put the memories back in the dark where they belong. Friends are pretty amazing like that.]

I'll totally help you with those onion rings but you can keep those sweet potatoes all for yourself, man. I can't stand 'em.

Now all I can think about is Mick almost poking Bucky with a fry saying I'm not touching you.

[beer_and_fire]

Sounds good. It's a nice walk to the Saloon, Mick holds the door for Bucky as they head inside.]



So, why's Steve off world?

Haha, I love it!

[woundedwinter]

He wanted to see the stars, see new planets. Me, I'm good here. I got the farm and a couple more weeks those kids are gonna be born so.. I didn't really have a reason to go.

[Their orders are placed and Bucky opts for a beer rather than anything stronger. He already feels less shaky about things.]

[beer_and_fire]

Hmm. Guess that’s good a reason as any. [Mick orders a soda and then head over to a table near the dart boards. The saloons pretty empty and he’s enjoying the lack of other people crowding the place.]

So. Just gonna day this once, ya ever wanna talk I’ll listen. No pressure. No problems. Just letting ya know.

[woundedwinter]

Thanks man. [The offer is appreciated and if he's going to talk to anyone it will likely be Mick. He's become his closest friend in New Dodge. Someone who probably understands his struggles with self and identity better than anyone.

But today isn't for that. He picks up a dart and lets fly.] Same, you know?

[beer_and_fire]

Noted. [Mick lets one of his own fly.]

How're Peggy and Sam?

[woundedwinter]

Good. They're trying their level best to get in the way as we keep rebuilding. Cisco brought over these things called pool noodles to put on Sam to keep him from knocking into everything and busting out of his pen like he always does.

[beer_and_fire]

[They're halfway through their game when their food arrive]

That's good. I can come by and help if ya want. Pretty handy.