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checkingout2015-03-10 07:49 pm
starspangled) wrote in checkingout2015-03-10 07:49 pm
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Who: Steve and Bucky
Where: First Floor Hallway
When: March 10
What: Bucky doesn't remember what day this is. His best friend does.
[It's been weeks and they're still trapped, no closer to being free than they were that first day. What's worse, those numbers have grown, and now there's new people to get to know, to help or assess. There's a little girl who no one can seem to find. And then there's what Skye uncovered, which he can't quite get off his mind. Overall there's no shortage of things to be concerned about, and Steve is, more than he can put into words. But there's also one thing to be grateful for too.
He's been keeping track of his days here, so Steve knows what day it is - what day it should be. He picks up an extra muffin that morning, searches the hotel until he finds one of those plain white emergency candles. He feels eyes on him the entire time, curious and just a little bit judging. He's gotten used to that feeling, especially once he learned that it doesn't have anything to do with the hotel itself.
Steve sits down in the first floor hallway, back against the wall. The plated muffin is placed beside him, the top decorated with sliced fruit left over from breakfast and that over-sized candle comically inserted in the middle of it. Steve smiles a little, because he knows the curiosity must be killing him by now.
Steve counts to one hundred, just to be a little bit more of a punk.]
You can come out now, or I'm telling this entire hotel just how old you are.
Where: First Floor Hallway
When: March 10
What: Bucky doesn't remember what day this is. His best friend does.
[It's been weeks and they're still trapped, no closer to being free than they were that first day. What's worse, those numbers have grown, and now there's new people to get to know, to help or assess. There's a little girl who no one can seem to find. And then there's what Skye uncovered, which he can't quite get off his mind. Overall there's no shortage of things to be concerned about, and Steve is, more than he can put into words. But there's also one thing to be grateful for too.
He's been keeping track of his days here, so Steve knows what day it is - what day it should be. He picks up an extra muffin that morning, searches the hotel until he finds one of those plain white emergency candles. He feels eyes on him the entire time, curious and just a little bit judging. He's gotten used to that feeling, especially once he learned that it doesn't have anything to do with the hotel itself.
Steve sits down in the first floor hallway, back against the wall. The plated muffin is placed beside him, the top decorated with sliced fruit left over from breakfast and that over-sized candle comically inserted in the middle of it. Steve smiles a little, because he knows the curiosity must be killing him by now.
Steve counts to one hundred, just to be a little bit more of a punk.]
You can come out now, or I'm telling this entire hotel just how old you are.
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[Steve smiles when he looks over at him, though it sort of fades when he realizes that Bucky might not remember them.]
And it turns your tongue blue.
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It stings, when he sees Steve's smile fade, like he's sad that he'd been asked, and he feels something tighten in his chest. ]
Did you... like that too?
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[Steve nods before looking down at the muffin. The silence is definitely more of a thoughtful one, but they've never kept their thoughts from each other.]
Everything's changed, even the little things. Right down to how many different kinds of frosting there are now.
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What was your favorite?
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[Some people (mostly Nat) seem to think that's a little funny for some reason.]
You always liked chocolate. I bet you would've made yourself sick on it if you could've.
[But there was never enough money for that, and Bucky was always thinking of his siblings too.]
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Bucky notes that down all the same, carefully putting the pieces that make up Steve together. He'd cared for him, so much more than anything else in the world, and he nods at that little tidbit of information. ]
I liked it that much? [ He pauses. ] We shared something before. [ He frowns, trying to remember. Ice cream? Candy? ]
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[Steve says it brightly, because he'd almost forgotten that himself, which makes it even better when Bucky remembers it for them.]
You'd get two scoops. We'd set up on the roof and take turns with the licks. You couldn't count.
[He smiles, looking deeply amused.]
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I knew how to. I just thought two for you and one for me was a better equation.
[ This memory; this one he knew. ]
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[See? Bucky' math was flawed. But consistent.]
You were always doing things like that. Taking care of me, even when I made it tough on you.
[And Steve knows he was always making it tough for him.]
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[ He says dryly.
Because Steve is still a little shit to him here, too; and while a lot of the details escape him, he's absolutely positive that Steve was much worse when he'd been smaller
a chihuahua with aggression issues.He exhales. ] Thank you for this. And the memories.
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[Steve feels like he should be thanking him too. There are things that S.H.I.E.L.D. and all the missions in the world couldn't give him. /bucky's thankful to get these scraps of his old memories back. Steve's just as thankful for the chance to get to make new ones with his best friend.]