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[imfollowinghim]

Alright, so, [Bucky's still in his room, which looks the same as normal Bucky's room, but Bucky himself looks about a decade younger, and for the first time literally in his entire time on board isn't wearing some kind of military uniform. It's been swapped out for a buttoned down plaid shirt with a t-shirt underneath, jeans and sneakers, and he looks a little out of place in the pretty spartan, clearly military room he's hanging out in.] Either this flood's just switched all our rooms around - Stiles, this one might be yours? - or we traded memories or something, so I guess no one knows who we're dealing with anymore. Might be a good idea to start swapping stories so we know what we've got. I'll go first: I'm Bucky Barnes, I'm seventeen, and I'm from Beacon Hills, California. I'm here as a warden, and my best friend Steve Rogers and I were trying to get a lacrosse league going here, which I'm pretty sure we're still up for doing if anyone's interested. It's not like the CES went anywhere, right? Although I guess I'm gonna need to borrow a stick until my room gets back to normal. Or I guess if you're crashing in it, lemme know. There should be a lot of comics and stuff on the floor. [Don't judge, he was looking for something and didn't get around to tidying up before the flood hit.] So, who do you think you're supposed to be?

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[voluntaryapnea]

[If Scott wasn't already out of the superhero closet, Stiles would feel the same thing. He gets it.]

It's no problem. If you ever wanna talk about stuff, you know where to find me, Bucky.

[imfollowinghim]

I'll try to keep it in check.

[lastrat]

You do that.

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[imfollowinghim]

[Don't worry, he probably will. In like five minutes. Because Steve's an idiot.] Sure do, now that we're changing rooms.

[imfollowinghim]

[Bucky gives it an appraising, curious look.] I guess it looks more like Steve's. That's weird. Stiles said he's got mine.

[imfollowinghim]

So how's the flood treating you?

[semifreakingnormal]

Suppose you never can predict the Admiral.

[druidism]

I have a room straight out of a 14th century castle. It's almost nice.

[imfollowinghim]

Why would you even say that?

[imfollowinghim]

Should we start taking bets on whether Steve has yours?

[imfollowinghim]

I will.

[imfollowinghim]

Just almost?

[imfollowinghim]

I figure you could come up with a way to say thanks. [And he will actually be there in a second with some dresses, if you are at all interested in spamming.]

[semifreakingnormal]

At this rate, I might even put money on it.

[druidism]

I'm pretty sure they didn't have running water in the 14th century.

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[imfollowinghim]

[It's good to hear that, honestly. Well, you know, good and bad, because it's not like Bucky's thrilled about this in general, but, well. It's not like you really need him to physically fight off bullies anymore. But that itself is kind of the issue here, because Bucky doesn't know how he can have his back if someone decides they do have a problem with the teenage werewolf. He's just a normal guy. He can't keep up, and he can't always fight back, and that's hard. It still hasn't changed how this is going to go, though.] Look, I meant what I said. You're my brother, Steve. I'm with you to the end of the line.

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[punched_hitler]

[The funny thing is, it never really mattered to Steve who was physically stronger. Okay, yeah, it made a difference, but Bucky hasn't suddenly become unimportant in his life just because he doesn't need help in a fistfight. Bucky could never not be important, and the only thing that's changed is Steve worrying that this whole werewolf thing is going to end up getting Bucky hurt, on his behalf. Or worse, by him.]

The end of the line's a long way off. I'm betting I'm gonna have to put up with you... pretty much forever, then.

[He looks grateful, for that. And hopeful.] 'Cause that's how long you're stuck with me. [And you should not try to get rid of a persistent werewolf. It clearly won't end well.] Got it?

[notsoneedy]

Because it was the most random non-bacon thing I could think of.

Spam!

[lydiascreams]

[She hears a knock on the door and holds her breath. She's not happy with how she's dressed, despite the compliment, but men have seen her wearing a lot less. At least she doesn't have to go out in public.

So she runs her hands over her jacket and opens the door to her room with a smile.]

You got here really fast.

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[voluntaryapnea]

[He nods.]

We'll probably both be more comfortable in our own rooms.

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[imfollowinghim]

Probably. These beds look super uncomfortable.

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[voluntaryapnea]

They're not so bad. Beats sleeping on the ground.

[imfollowinghim]

What do you think that says about us?

[imfollowinghim]

Good point. Guess you're going to have a fun couple days.

[imfollowinghim]

Congratulations, you totally win.