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[There's a serious furrow to Bucky's brow when he addresses the Barge, making him look almost too old for twelve. He still looks young, but there's something world weary and mature that makes it clear he's not messing around and expects to be taken seriously.

(Which is kind of a joke, because he's just a poor kid with no parents from Brooklyn and he doesn't expect anyone to take him seriously at all, but he has to try, because something important's riding on these guys listening to him.)]

Who're the doctors on board? I need to talk to one of them. Or a couple of 'em, just so we're clear on some stuff. [He doesn't want to outright announce "my friend has asthma" to anyone, especially the other kids, because that's enough to get people looking at Steve like he's diseased sometimes, or basically paint a target of "I'm easy to pick on" on his back.]

I also need gloves, a hat, scarf and jacket for my friend. [Which feels almost like too much to ask again, that they can just assume they can get free stuff, and Bucky doesn't, really. But he has to ask, because not having warm clothes is going to be a problem, and not just for them.] Most of the other kids need 'em, too. None of these clothes fit us, and it's cold on deck.

[Note that he doesn't ask for himself, because if there's a shortage or there's some problem with getting winter clothes, he can do without. He's not even really thinking he needs them, because he's got this weird looking sweater and a heavy looking blue jacket that won't fit, but it'll do. He can make it work.

There's a pause, his mouth pinched into a thin, uncomfortable line. He's not especially worried about what's going on, but he doesn't want things to get worse if he can take steps to prevent it.]

Thanks.

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[It goes without saying that most of Bucky's time during the flood is spent following Steve around, trying to make sure he doesn't get into trouble, or being ready to bail him out of any trouble he does find, and just enjoying hanging out with your best friend, because that's first and foremost why he's glad his buddy's here. They're the only family either one of them's got anymore, and if they're gonna be stuck somewhere way far out of Brooklyn, hell yeah, he wants to be together.

But he does stuff on his own, too. Snow's not as novel an adventure for him as it is for some of the other people here - they see plenty of it in New York - but he still hangs out on deck, helping younger kids build snowmen and enthusiastically participating in any snowball fights that happen, although he'll also punch the hell out of anyone who tries turning it from a game to something meaner.

His appetite isn't quite as aggressive or vaguely alarming as his older self's is, but he still helps himself to large stacks of pancakes in the dining hall, which he enthusiastically covers in syrup and whatever other topping are available. He hoards oranges, too, and sneaks some out with him to give to Steve, or other kids who look like they're hungry or homesick. At twelve, Bucky's attention is primarily focused on keeping Steve alive and as healthy as possible, but he's still a protector by nature and he knows what it's like to miss your parents and be a little scared of what the future has in store for you, so he does his best to help anyone who looks like they're having a hard time, dragging out board games he's never heard of in the common rooms and giving the younger kids piggy back rides.

(He misses his sister, so it's kinda nice to play with some of the younger kids.)

Nearing the end of the flood, he starts looking more serious and less like he's enjoying his vacation away from the orphanage, because Steve's sick again, and that always puts him on edge. He hovers around the infirmary when Steve gets checked out by the doctors and begs some soup off people in the dining hall (it's still hard to believe they can just get soup for free, and fruit and candy) before doing the same thing with art supplies from the art room.

And probably unsuccessfully tries to convince Steve to stay inside where it's warm and take it easy, which means he's back to trailing him around hoping his idiot best friend doesn't just fall over dead.]

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[She's not sure where Dr. Cox has vanished to, but his disappearance and Cambridge's efforts at keeping most of the children corralled and safe and Dillon's reintroduction to childhood has seen to it that Morgana's been spending a lot of time in the infirmary lately.

When Steve came in, she realized to some frustration that she'd have to resort to bedrest rather than magic: she could reattach limbs, but apparently a cold was out of her reach.

She's fairly certain he's sleeping when she sees Bucky hovering near his bed, and she heads toward him with the intention of chasing him off before she recognizes him. Honestly, she probably should have at the beginning.]

Are you bothering my patient?

[Steve is definitely asleep, and Bucky is definitely hovering, because he doesn't like letting him go too far when he's feeling lousy. It's stupid, probably, because Bucky's not a doctor and Steve's not dying, but they don't have anyone else. Steve's his best friend, and sometimes sick can turn into really sick and then call a priest real fast, and so Bucky sticks around to keep watch.

So he looks up, half guilty and half defiant, like "I dare you to kick me out", and he's halfway to saying no and explaining, but - oh.

You're really pretty.

Bucky's eyes go a little wide, taking in the fact that he's staring at someone who looks like an honest to God fairytale princess, and it takes him a moment to find the words he was going to say.]

No, ma'am. [He still looks surprised, but clears his throat, trying to look less like he's staring.] Are you a doctor?

Close enough.

[She smiles wryly, knowing it's not a good enough answer, but it's all they'll have for a while. She smooths down Steve's blankets, watching his face for any discomfort.]

Why? [She looks back at Bucky with a twinkle in her eye.] Do you need one?

No ma'am. [He repeats quickly, accompanied by a little headshake.] I was just here to check on Steve. He's my best friend.

[He's family is more what that winds up sounding like, because, well. It's true.

And then he smiles a little, and asks (too cautiously to sound like his older self, but close enough to be able to see the similarity):] Are you sure you're not a movie star?

[She swallows down a laugh, leveling him with a look instead.]

Actually, I'm a witch.

But you're a good witch.

[This is very important to establish, even though he already expects the answer to be yes.]

[She cocks her head to the side like she really has to think about it.]

Most of the time. Don't worry, Steve is in good hands.

Good. [Bucky casts his gaze back over at Steve for a moment, watching him sleep with a furrowed brow before looking back at Morgana.]

Can you fix him? Make him not be sick anymore?

I've already tried.

[She presses a careful hand against Steve's head, checking for a temperature.]

Magic can only do so much. [Her mouth curls at the corner.] But you have nothing to worry about. He'll be back on his feet soon enough.

[It makes him think of Steve's mom, who he hadn't known all that long, but loved a lot anyway. He remembers Sarah better than his own mother, he thinks, considering she'd died when Bucky had been really little.

So it kind of feels bad-but-good to see that, the same way hearing those words feel kind of bad-but-good. Bad, because he's tired of watching Steve get knocked down at all (it's not fair on Steve, to be the best guy Bucky's ever met but get hurt so often), but good because he has no idea what he'd do if Steve didn't get back up again.

All of which means he looks back up at Morgana and nods once, solemnly. Steve will be okay, that's good enough.]</small I'm Bucky.

[She almost says I know, but then she remembers all the difficult explanations she had to accept when she was a child here, scared to death of magic and everything it meant.

She almost misses it, now: a time before she knew Gorlois wasn't her real father. A time when she stilled ached at his memory, before it was all tainted. And maybe a time when she was afraid of Uther's displeasure, not only because he could be frightening, but because she wanted him to love her.

That's a sour thought, now, since she can't help but think of the things she said to him in her second chance, the things she almost did. She should have let him die at Gorlois' grave, but - but there was Arthur to consider. The struggle is still too real, so she pushes it aside, and smiles at Bucky instead.]

My name is Morgana.

[She holds out her hand.]

Pleasure to meet you, Bucky.

[Bucky hesitates, maybe like he's not sure he's supposed to shake her hand - he's just a kid, and she seriously looks like something out of a fairytale - but he doesn't want to offend her, either, so he carefully takes her hand and shakes it.]

Thanks for helping him, ma'am.

[She gives him a warm smile - mostly because he's just a boy right now, worried about his friend, and she can't mock that. There might have been a time when she'd have stood watch over Arthur's sickbed. It's long behind her, but she remembers, at least vaguely, how that felt.

And now she understands that he must have felt the same, when she was comatose.]

Of course. That's what I'm here for.

Is it alright if I stay? [He asks, fully planning on figuring out a way to sneak back in here if she says no. Maybe it's irrational if this is really just a cold, and if the doctors here are just handing out free medicine to anyone who wants or needs it, apparently, but Bucky doesn't like Steve going far out of his sight when he's sick. His eyes get big and earnest, and that's when the bargaining starts happening, like he's already expecting the answer to be no.]

I'll be real quiet, and I won't get in the way. Honest.

Of course.

[She smiles; she can practically see the gears turning in his head. She can imagine the trouble he'd be, if she said no.]

You'll have to stay right by his side, though.

[As if that would be a problem.]

[Trouble with a capital T, really. So it's for the best.

As is, he grins, obviously not troubled by this proposal.]

I've been doing that since we were kids, ma'am. I'm not going anywhere.

I didn't think you would.

[She smiles and chucks his chin gently, then sets a spare blanket on the chair beside Steve's bed.]

Let me know if you get hungry.

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