Bucky Barnes (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
imfollowinghim) wrote2015-05-23 06:23 pm
imfollowinghim) wrote2015-05-23 06:23 pm
thirty one ✪ spam
[Open Spam, throughout port]
[Going into port would have been a difficult enough decision for Bucky if Steve wasn't in a coma, but the fact that he is just made it harder. Leaving him alone on the ship, especially after how weird and bad things had been getting lately feels weird, but staying and watching over him feels like something he shouldn't be allowed to do anymore, so eventually, it just gets easier to leave. If nothing else, it'll give him the space he's been looking for.
Even if for most of port, Bucky winds up hanging out with Helena. They hit up nice enough restaurants, but bakeries and food carts wind up being more popular. Neither one of them is really the kind of person you'd want in a five star restaurant anymore - Helena's got terrible table manners and Bucky still doesn't really like dealing with, looking at or talking to people - so it's easier when they're out in the open, or don't have to stick around once they've got their food.
One priority is going shopping for clothes, because all Bucky's got on board the ship are old army uniforms he doesn't deserve to wear anymore and he can't just keep stealing stuff from Steve's closet. Hiding his arm is still a priority, and he's not really sure what to think of some of the more modern stuff, but he gets jeans and sneakers and some other stuff, sort of grateful he doesn't know how many Euros are equivalent to a dollar in 1945 because he's never spent this much money on anything before.
At night, he can't sleep and wanders the city, not paying much attention to where he's going or what he's doing. The city's a lot different from how it was in 1944, and 1974, and whenever else he's been here, but it's easy enough to navigate. He stops a mugging almost without thinking about it the third night they're in port and sends way too much time at the Arc de Triomphe staring at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier the day after.]
[Going into port would have been a difficult enough decision for Bucky if Steve wasn't in a coma, but the fact that he is just made it harder. Leaving him alone on the ship, especially after how weird and bad things had been getting lately feels weird, but staying and watching over him feels like something he shouldn't be allowed to do anymore, so eventually, it just gets easier to leave. If nothing else, it'll give him the space he's been looking for.
Even if for most of port, Bucky winds up hanging out with Helena. They hit up nice enough restaurants, but bakeries and food carts wind up being more popular. Neither one of them is really the kind of person you'd want in a five star restaurant anymore - Helena's got terrible table manners and Bucky still doesn't really like dealing with, looking at or talking to people - so it's easier when they're out in the open, or don't have to stick around once they've got their food.
One priority is going shopping for clothes, because all Bucky's got on board the ship are old army uniforms he doesn't deserve to wear anymore and he can't just keep stealing stuff from Steve's closet. Hiding his arm is still a priority, and he's not really sure what to think of some of the more modern stuff, but he gets jeans and sneakers and some other stuff, sort of grateful he doesn't know how many Euros are equivalent to a dollar in 1945 because he's never spent this much money on anything before.
At night, he can't sleep and wanders the city, not paying much attention to where he's going or what he's doing. The city's a lot different from how it was in 1944, and 1974, and whenever else he's been here, but it's easy enough to navigate. He stops a mugging almost without thinking about it the third night they're in port and sends way too much time at the Arc de Triomphe staring at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier the day after.]
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Guess they didn't figure you'd be around to correct them. [But you are now, is the implicit statement. You can still do that.]
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Guess not.
[He's quiet again for a moment, listening to the traffic pass, and he's pretty sure he's said something like this to Jimmy before, but.]
Sorry we fucked it up.
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How the fuck did you fuck it up, Barnes?
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But the Winter Soldier is a different story, and everyone keeps telling him it wasn't his fault, but... Jesus. How isn't it, at least a tiny bit?]
I literally was a weapon to make sure there couldn't be a war to end all wars. The more fucked up things were, the easier it was for HYDRA to get their claws in people without them even knowing it.
[I was, not they turned me into. It still feels like his fault.]
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They didn't want to win- they just wanted to keep the war going?
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If Steve hadn't stopped them, it probably would've worked.
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Steve stopped them? Does that mean he--? [Hurt you? Killed you?]
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No. [It comes out quickly and firmly - no, Steve didn't kill him.
He almost killed Steve.
Bucky swallows, trying to figure out how to say it.]
He got through to me before I could kill him.
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He's a good soldier.