Bucky Barnes

[woundedwinter]

James Buchanan Barnes.
Everyone calls me Bucky.

You should know how this works.

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[woundedwinter]

That's good. [Everyone is healing and while some are faster than others, any progress at all is a good sign. Sometimes small victories mean more than the big ones.]

A movie night sounds pretty amazing. Mind if I crash in your guest room? I'll tell Stevie he's got the place to himself. Maybe he can get Snart to come over.

[goodviberations]

You know you're welcome here any time, dude. And you know I love testing my new breakfast recipes on you.

[A speedster may be the best taste tester there is, but a super soldier is a pretty close second.]

[woundedwinter]

[An easy laugh.] You know I'm never gonna say no to a Cisco Ramon throwdown in the kitchen man. Let me know if I can bring anything though, okay?

I got a couple of things for the kids to bring over too. [Nothing special but a few toys he'd been carving in his off hours, when he couldn't sleep and his hands needed to stay active.]

[goodviberations]

If you want to bring a six pack, I wouldn't say no.

[Beer, popcorn, and one of his best friends. Sounds like a perfect night.]

We should totally build a cushion fort out of the couches.

[woundedwinter]

Six pack of the good stuff, you got it.

Cushion fort? I have no idea what that is, but I am totally on board. [It sounds like fun and maybe one day he can teach it to his own chidren.]

[goodviberations]

[Cisco is clearly horrified by this news.]

Cushion fort it is. 7 tonight.

[woundedwinter]

I'll be there.

[And he's at the house just after seven with a plate of brownies and a twelve pack of good beer. Bucky's taken the time to shower, his hair growing out shaggy again and curling around his neck.

He's so glad Cisco called. He needs this break.] Hey man. Thanks for the invite.