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stevegrogers) wrote2027-10-24 02:01 pm
stevegrogers) wrote2027-10-24 02:01 pm
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text, image, action/prose, prompt & overflow ————
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Put in the wrong numbers I imagine.
It's an important support system. I've been told constantly.
It's really okay. I'm just reading briefs. Not exciting.
It's an important support system. I've been told constantly.
It's really okay. I'm just reading briefs. Not exciting.
Throwing it keeps people from moving too close to me but sure show me how to be more effective.
i'm usually careful about this! i guess i got too excited!
the way you say it, it sounds like you have heard it a lot. do people who tell you that think you need more of a support system?
oh, briefs. that sounds riveting! i'm not a big fan of paperwork, i have to admit... is it ok if i keeping chattering? i shouldn't interrupt you and your papers.
the way you say it, it sounds like you have heard it a lot. do people who tell you that think you need more of a support system?
oh, briefs. that sounds riveting! i'm not a big fan of paperwork, i have to admit... is it ok if i keeping chattering? i shouldn't interrupt you and your papers.
Nothing wrong with that.
Allowing one in, undoubtedly.
It is okay, you're keeping me awake. I'm not one for paperwork or politics either.
Allowing one in, undoubtedly.
It is okay, you're keeping me awake. I'm not one for paperwork or politics either.
i don't think so either! but it's probably good to be careful. i could've texted a secret agent who forgot to silence their phone and then bbzzzzzt, busted!
oh, i see. that can be really tough, can't it? i guess it's probably one of the hardest steps.
ooof, politics. that's a really heavy combo there! are you a politician or is it less literal than that? workplace politics, that kind of thing.
oh, i see. that can be really tough, can't it? i guess it's probably one of the hardest steps.
ooof, politics. that's a really heavy combo there! are you a politician or is it less literal than that? workplace politics, that kind of thing.
[ are you getting a text at 4 am because sleep is for plebeians and sane people? yeah you are.]
I am not completely insane for thinking that creating a virtual space for rehabilitated criminals to practice being in potentially triggering situations is a good idea right? Like that is actually what most people would consider a good idea to, you know, lessen the whole potential relapse of peopl-- ow motherfucking fuck, FRIDAY warn a guy when the fucking armour moves fuck--
[ clearly someone is using voice to text and FRIDAY is a little shit.]
I am not completely insane for thinking that creating a virtual space for rehabilitated criminals to practice being in potentially triggering situations is a good idea right? Like that is actually what most people would consider a good idea to, you know, lessen the whole potential relapse of peopl-- ow motherfucking fuck, FRIDAY warn a guy when the fucking armour moves fuck--
[ clearly someone is using voice to text and FRIDAY is a little shit.]
This is true, it'd be terrible to suddenly be the center of an international incident.
I'm working on it.
More like government intervention where it should not be. An oversight of sorts.
I'm working on it.
More like government intervention where it should not be. An oversight of sorts.
Yeah, Tony, it's a good idea to work on when it's daylight and After some sleep.
Get in bed.
[ are you getting some sass, tony? you better believe because someone was actually sleeping for once. ]
Get in bed.
[ are you getting some sass, tony? you better believe because someone was actually sleeping for once. ]
Is that sass my ears are hearing through FRIDAY's quite honestly atrocious attempt to sound like you? Me thinks it is. Can't, precious, tis the witching hour. Gotta sneak up on the ideas when they think everyone is sleeping, how do you think I stay one step a head of the pack all the time?
[ sorry about the sleeping though, really. he didn't mean to wake you up. whoops.]
[ sorry about the sleeping though, really. he didn't mean to wake you up. whoops.]
Friday is trying to sound like me? I'd think you'd have better voice recognition techniques. You probably have better ideas after some sleep, you know.
We should all be careful with dialing. Technology has some dark sides.
That's kind of you, thank you.
Yes, exactly and they can't have unchecked authority.
That's kind of you, thank you.
Yes, exactly and they can't have unchecked authority.
definitely! or, even if it's not dark, there's ways it can be misused. i guess we have to use our best judgment, right?
not at all. we all deserve a little support!
that sounds like a really tough job. power's an easy thing to really get drunk on. i've seen that happen.
not at all. we all deserve a little support!
that sounds like a really tough job. power's an easy thing to really get drunk on. i've seen that happen.
I've seen it misused plenty. It's never a pleasant experience.
You're very encouraging, you remind me of someone I lost.
Power and control ruin many things.
You're very encouraging, you remind me of someone I lost.
Power and control ruin many things.
i'd guess it wouldn't be, huh? but there's people like you that care about making sure that doesn't happen, hm? at least, that's how it seems to me from what you've been saying. sorry if i got that wrong!
i'm sorry you lost that person, but happy if i brought some nice memories to mind!
oh, loads of things. it's hard to use them well. i worry about this so much. really, really a lot.
i'm sorry you lost that person, but happy if i brought some nice memories to mind!
oh, loads of things. it's hard to use them well. i worry about this so much. really, really a lot.
I attempt to make sure it doesn't. It took time for me to grasp onto the changes
You have, it's more of what I'm used to. Your attitude.
I really do not believe you need to worry.
You have, it's more of what I'm used to. Your attitude.
I really do not believe you need to worry.
Changes of this era, mostly.
Things are much more fast paced.
You do not seem one who cares about power or influence.
Things are much more fast paced.
You do not seem one who cares about power or influence.
You could say I'm a bit older.
The problem is there has to be some kind of system in place and filled with those who can look at matters from both angles.
The problem is there has to be some kind of system in place and filled with those who can look at matters from both angles.
Edited 2018-07-25 00:43 (UTC)
A couple months of rehabilitation in Wakanda was all they'd had time for. Shuri did her best to piece together the tattered shreds of his mind, striving to mend the neurological damage from years of being memory-wiped over and over and over, although it wasn't enough. Possibly it can never be enough. But something rankled, too, about knowing that Steve Rogers was a fugitive out in the wild somewhere. For him. Because of him. Bucky couldn't stand the idea of cowering safely in Wakanda for years, while Steve had given up everything and had to live on the run.
("You're not ready," Shuri had said when he announced he wanted to leave early, but all Bucky could say in response as, "Maybe I never will be." And this choice was reckless and foolhardy, but when had he been anything but?)
So it had been a phonecall on an encrypted line, and coordinates offered to wherever Steve was staying, and plane rides on fake IDs, and the man once known as James Barnes shouldering his backpack and crossing the earth to go join his friend in his exile as an unregistered hero. His best friend. That's who Steve is. And he's slowly remembering that, in little fits and starts, glimmers of memory coming back to him: Till the end of the line.
And maybe that's the whole point of this. Just not letting Steve carry the burden alone. At least he had already broken the others out from the Raft, and so at least that one particular stabbing twinge of guilt (like a thorn in Bucky's paw) is gone. He walks up the creaking steps to Steve's latest European hideout — an off-the-books apartment, lived in month-to-month — but then he hesitates on the landing.
He remembers a studio apartment in Romania, and finding a besuited Captain America in his home, poking through his belongings, nosing through his notebooks. Now their positions are reversed, and Bucky's coming to find his fugitive friend — but with an invitation, this time.
And he knocks on the door, in a distinctive (albeit cheesy) little staccato rhythm to show that it's him. Shave and a haircut, two bits.
("You're not ready," Shuri had said when he announced he wanted to leave early, but all Bucky could say in response as, "Maybe I never will be." And this choice was reckless and foolhardy, but when had he been anything but?)
So it had been a phonecall on an encrypted line, and coordinates offered to wherever Steve was staying, and plane rides on fake IDs, and the man once known as James Barnes shouldering his backpack and crossing the earth to go join his friend in his exile as an unregistered hero. His best friend. That's who Steve is. And he's slowly remembering that, in little fits and starts, glimmers of memory coming back to him: Till the end of the line.
And maybe that's the whole point of this. Just not letting Steve carry the burden alone. At least he had already broken the others out from the Raft, and so at least that one particular stabbing twinge of guilt (like a thorn in Bucky's paw) is gone. He walks up the creaking steps to Steve's latest European hideout — an off-the-books apartment, lived in month-to-month — but then he hesitates on the landing.
He remembers a studio apartment in Romania, and finding a besuited Captain America in his home, poking through his belongings, nosing through his notebooks. Now their positions are reversed, and Bucky's coming to find his fugitive friend — but with an invitation, this time.
And he knocks on the door, in a distinctive (albeit cheesy) little staccato rhythm to show that it's him. Shave and a haircut, two bits.
Morals were an ever shifting thing Steve had found out the past few years; for others, of course, because he tended to hold very tightly to the things he believed in most. Oh, he knew it could often have a downside and there were times he needed to adjust and broaden his viewpoint. Times were always changing but there were a few things he would never bend on and it included his friends being tagged and monitored like animals. Yes, he listened to all the supposed speeches but he knew what it all came down to. What those in power were capable of. How long before they tried to pick apart Wanda, Peter and the others if they went along with it? Look at everything Bucky endured by those who believed in their own 'greater good'. So no, he wouldn't broaden his mind in this regard or feel badly for the lengths he went through to rescue Bucky. The name along caused a pain in his heart, in his entire being, really. Since they met they had always revolved around one another and now the loss of him felt greater than it ever had. But he knew it would be temporary and resolved soon.
Very soon it seemed.
Getting up from the couch, Steve headed over to the door to pull it open and take in the man before him. "Buck," he greeted, opening the door wider to let him in before he went through the motions of all the locks and security. They were practically useless to those who would try to break in but they were still protocol. "I hope you're aware how stupid it is you're here?" he continued, walking into the kitchen to pour them both a glass of water because he figured Bucky needed it. He set both glasses on the island, his hand gesturing towards the hallway. "You can take the last room on the left." Not the greatest accommodations but they had both experienced worse.
He leaned against the island, regarding Bucky for a few long moments. "How are you?" He paused and then added, "Really. Don't talk like you did to the others. Tell me." How much did he remember? Did the pain linger? Were the nightmares still a problem? He knew the latter would always be the case for him because of all his 'unresolved' issues. But when did he ever really have time to attempt to pull himself apart and then back together? No one ever gave him the chance and he had learned how to just deal with it. Swallow it all down and just do what needed to be done.
Very soon it seemed.
Getting up from the couch, Steve headed over to the door to pull it open and take in the man before him. "Buck," he greeted, opening the door wider to let him in before he went through the motions of all the locks and security. They were practically useless to those who would try to break in but they were still protocol. "I hope you're aware how stupid it is you're here?" he continued, walking into the kitchen to pour them both a glass of water because he figured Bucky needed it. He set both glasses on the island, his hand gesturing towards the hallway. "You can take the last room on the left." Not the greatest accommodations but they had both experienced worse.
He leaned against the island, regarding Bucky for a few long moments. "How are you?" He paused and then added, "Really. Don't talk like you did to the others. Tell me." How much did he remember? Did the pain linger? Were the nightmares still a problem? He knew the latter would always be the case for him because of all his 'unresolved' issues. But when did he ever really have time to attempt to pull himself apart and then back together? No one ever gave him the chance and he had learned how to just deal with it. Swallow it all down and just do what needed to be done.
When the door opened and they faced each other over that apartment threshold, there was that faint hovering moment of indecision — looking at each other and feeling like part of him was staring at a stranger — while another, larger part was like he was gazing on a missing piece of himself. A familiar anchor. Bedrock. And so, thankfully, ancient muscle memory kicked in and Bucky closed the distance between them, pulling the other man into a bone-creaking hug, before they moved apart and Steve started ushering him into the apartment.
"Completely stupid," Bucky acknowledged, cheerful despite the circumstances, as he accepted the glass and took a thoughtful sip from it; his blue eyes roaming across the apartment, taking it in, automatically noting entrances and exits and windows and sightlines. Some old habits died hard, and he hadn't fully let go of that paranoia yet.
And for Steve's question... Anyone else would've gotten a curt I'm fine. But lying to this man felt wrong, and so Bucky chewed over his thoughts for a moment. Trying to figure out the best way to summarise it. How to answer How are you, when he still didn't fully know himself?
"Shuri made some progress. Something about making a digital copy of my brain, and trying to extract the programming without erasing my memories. To be honest, all of it was pretty much over my head. She wasn't done, but I didn't want to be on ice for years while you were out here — and the most important thing is the trigger words don't work anymore. At least, they shouldn't." The slope of his shoulder tipped in a shrug. "And I figured... if it fails, then I'm with the only other person who can subdue me."
And there it was. The other reason for him being here.
"Completely stupid," Bucky acknowledged, cheerful despite the circumstances, as he accepted the glass and took a thoughtful sip from it; his blue eyes roaming across the apartment, taking it in, automatically noting entrances and exits and windows and sightlines. Some old habits died hard, and he hadn't fully let go of that paranoia yet.
And for Steve's question... Anyone else would've gotten a curt I'm fine. But lying to this man felt wrong, and so Bucky chewed over his thoughts for a moment. Trying to figure out the best way to summarise it. How to answer How are you, when he still didn't fully know himself?
"Shuri made some progress. Something about making a digital copy of my brain, and trying to extract the programming without erasing my memories. To be honest, all of it was pretty much over my head. She wasn't done, but I didn't want to be on ice for years while you were out here — and the most important thing is the trigger words don't work anymore. At least, they shouldn't." The slope of his shoulder tipped in a shrug. "And I figured... if it fails, then I'm with the only other person who can subdue me."
And there it was. The other reason for him being here.
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