Bucky Barnes

[woundedwinter]

James Buchanan Barnes.
Everyone calls me Bucky.

You should know how this works.

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[woundedwinter]

Bucky.

Zemo called me that. I don't go by James. I didn't.. before. [Before. A word that carries a hell of a lot of weight for someone over a hundred years old.]

[morethanthis]

Bucky then. I didn't know if Bucky was a you and Steve thing or not. He never said. And when we met... well, we didn't exchange numbers or anything.

So, Dinner?

[woundedwinter]

You never read the file? [Strikes him as strange, isn't it?]

.. no.
I wasn't in the right place to hear it.

[morethanthis]

I'm a former spy but I do know how to respect someone's privacy. Steve was having enough trouble then, without adding my baggage.

Are you now?

[woundedwinter]

[A spy who respects privacy is an odd anachronism but for the moment he sets it aside.

The question gives him pause and he considers it as he sets down the TC and feeds the goats.]

I'm trying to be.
It isn't always easy.

[morethanthis]

What are you doing?

[woundedwinter]

Feeding the animals. Me and Steve run the farm here.

[And one of the goats wanders over to sniff at the TC.]

[morethanthis]

[ Nat laughs softly and says something about goats in Russian, but her tone is amused.]

I heard about that. That's great... really. A lot of us don't get the second chances you have. Can I tempt you with Waffles after you feed the goats?

[woundedwinter]

[Bucky pulls a face at what she murmurs.]

Give me half an hour and tell me where.

[morethanthis]

[Natasha smirks and sends him her address. ]

My house and take your time. I'll have food ready.

[woundedwinter]

I'll be there in time.

[And he's at her place in under an hour, showered with his hair loosely tied at the nape of his neck.
Unsure? Yes.
Uncomfortable? A little.

But he's here because she is important to Steve. So.. here they are.]

[morethanthis]

[Natasha opens the door, leaning a bit against it, taking a little weight off her leg. ]

You made it, I'm glad. Come in. Do you want a drink?

[woundedwinter]

[He's still not sure why he's here.
Oh. Right. Steve.]

Whatever you've got.

[It's not like beer is going to go well with breakfast food right?]

[morethanthis]

Do you want Beer, water, Orange juice or a bloody Mary? I might even have some scotch from the last time I was here?

Come in. Relax, I don't have it in me to maime you with a paperclip.

[She smiles at him, because she's kidding. ]

Besides, this is my apology party.