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justakidfrombrklyn) wrote2014-04-13 11:41 pm
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At the door of Stark Tower
He doesn't really have a phone anymore, at least not one that isn't a burner on the end of it's life, and that phone never had the number he needed in it, so he didn't call ahead. Instead, he's just there, heading for the front desk to see if perhaps, just maybe, he has a friend here. Or at least an ally.
"Steve Rogers for Tony Stark, please?"
"Steve Rogers for Tony Stark, please?"
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Then again, Tony hasn't been inside his head.
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"There a problem, Cap?"
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"I'm not sure this stuff is safe."
He taps the beaker.
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"It's not. Not for most people, anyway, it's for super-soldiers, space Vikings, and serious alcoholics only."
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"I'm--"
He doesn't know what he's being. Inappropriate? Relying on Tony for things that their acquaintanceship doesn't exactly provide for? Letting loose?
He feels like he's been Captain America for all seventy years, even though he knows it's only been five or so for him. Guilt is already starting to sink in.
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"You're just fine. Look, I'll even promise not to give you more than a little shit for anything you say. Sometimes, you just need to get it out, and I may be the closest you're going to get to a sympathetic ear."
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"I--"
He looks to Tony.
"I oughta take you up on that bed, if you don't mind. You have the general idea of what's going on now."
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He puts his own bottle away, and steps out from behind the bar, taking the file with a firm grip as he does.
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"Thank you, Tony," he says again, because he wants to make it clear how much he appreciates this.
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The guest suite is just that: a suite. A big bedroom, with an appropriately-sized bed, a walk-in closet, and bathroom with separate shower and whirlpool tub, heated tiles, mood lighting, the works.
"If you need anything, just ask JARVIS."
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At 0% softness, he thinks he might actually pass out. Before doing that, he heads for the bathroom to wash off, keeping the shower short before changing into his underclothes. Normally he kept showers to the morning, but this was someone's guest room and he didn't want to get it dirty.
Eventually, he's laying out on the bed, the covers tucked off to one side, and he looks at the ceiling.
"JARVIS?"
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Comes the voice from nowhere.
Tony meanwhile has gone to get another drink, and scan that file, before sharing it with Bruce.
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It's a stupid question, even he knows it's a stupid question, but he asks it anyway.
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It was bad. It was damn bad when the AI could answer a question he couldn't answer himself. But that isn't the truth.
A happy, healthy, more or less in one piece Bucky is pretty much what happiness looks like to him, after all. It's the only time he can remember BEING happy.
Not satisfied or gratified or content, but happy.
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"...is there anything else I can help you with?" JARVIS asks, after a long pause.
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(Tony, meanwhile, is hard at work breaking down the cybernetic arm plans over leftover pizza and more scotch.)
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There's a few moments before he speaks again.
"Is Tony working on things or did he go to bed?"
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JARVIS is, of course, right. There's the matter of getting them scanned, translating them, picking them apart and figuring out how they work... Reverse engineering and recreation are on the list too, but not for a while. Maybe even two whole days.
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