twenty two ✪ video & spam

[imfollowinghim]

[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. [Spam for the Flood] [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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[justlikemom]

[ The cabin had been pretty crazy, but Ian still answered the door. And his face sort of falls, seeing the kid in that sweater. It was just for a few days, right? What would it hurt to give away a few more things? ]

Hey! Come on in!

[ He left the door open, moving into the living area. ]

I've got that coat for your friend. But if you need them, my brother's got some more spare clothes that don't fit him anymore.

[andidomeanrun]

[Strangely, Bucky kind of likes the sweater. It reminds him a little of his dad's uniform, because it's the same dirty greenish brown color of most army issue clothes.

So he follows, but he's still really not thinking about himself. He's fine, he's made do with less, and it's more important Steve gets whatever stuff people are willing to offer, even if it's still weird that no one seems to want anything in return.]

Steve needs a had and gloves, too.

[justlikemom]

Oh, yeah! You can take anything you need from there.

[ He motioned to where his family and left their winter gear. It was a sizable pile near the door, on and below a long coat rack. Enough to suit up a family of seven and then some. ]

And I mean it. We've got more than enough to spare. Please, take as much as you want. And we've got regular clothes, too.

[andidomeanrun]

[Bucky still hesitates, like he's really not sure what to do in the face of charity like this, and the truth is... he's not. It's not like people are unkind, but times are tough enough without giving all your shit to orphaned kids.

Once he's gathered up a set of winter gear for Steve and some gloves for himself, he straightens up and looks at Ian seriously.]

Thanks.

[justlikemom]

[ He waited rather patiently for Bucky to select his items, observing without hovering. But once the kid was done, Ian fixed him with a disapproving look. That wasn't going to cut it. He dug in the coats for a moment, producing one of Carl's more recent ones, as it looked to be about Bucky's size. He also produced a knitted scarf and cap. He handed these to Bucky without a word. ]

[andidomeanrun]

[Bucky frowns at the other offerings, looking from them, to Ian and back, like he still doesn't quite trust this. Or maybe he just doesn't want to be babied. Either way, he does eventually take the winter clothes, and manages another quiet:] Thank you.

[justlikemom]

[ Ian just shrugged. It's what South Side did. They helped each other. He doubted there was much difference between that and whatever neighborhood Bucky came from. ]

Don't mention it.

[andidomeanrun]

[It's not. Sort of. People had tried to help out, but it wasn't like any of their neighbors or their parent's friends could have taken them in.

And the army definitely wasn't raising a kid.

Anyway, Bucky nods, and turns to leave.]

[justlikemom]

[ Ian nods in return, letting him leave without another word. ]