I think we're all still kind of in the dark about why, but Jesus, Bucky.
[ Disapproving stare, but he still moves to sling an arm over Bucky's shoulders. ] God, you drive me to drink sometimes, man. Speaking of which, I need a beer right now.
Sure. [ beer and snack run sounds like a good idea and Bucky gladly goes along with it. also reaching up to hold Sam's hand over his shoulder because he can.
... and actually that's a good question. ] I don't think so. Couldn't hurt to find out.
[ Let's just. Not dwell on that. It looks like Bucky's got his stubborn face on, so it's not worth it to try and argue about Stark at the moment.
Especially not when he's holding onto Sam's hand like that, looking - dare he say it - cute even while pulling off the grumpy "I'm gonna kick your ass if you say anything" assassin look.
He hums thoughtfully. ] Guess we'll be grabbing more than a couple six-packs then. Think we can put it on Steve's tab without him noticing? [ Because there's only so much he can afford on his salary, okay, don't judge. ]
[ it's not like anything could be done about it now. Bucky just shrugs his shoulders, not knowing what's really going on either but he does know it feels a little satisfying somehow. ]
Just gotta wait an' see, I guess. Maybe it'll turn out okay, somehow.
[ Stubborn Mode: on. Bucky would rather not think about what other possible scenarios that scene could be, if it's not just Stark saying or doing something that deserves a bullet to the face.
but it is still a concern nagging at him anyway and he might be holding Sam's hand a little tighter because of it. at least Sam knows it's bothering him and offers distraction. ]
He'll notice. [ another shrug ] If we get him snacks too, he won't mind as much. But we'll still get lectured on it. [ Steve lectures aren't the worst thing though. ]
[ Fact is, neither of them have any of the facts, so trying to discuss the issue (which let's be real isn't even that clear yet, aside from the obvious) is moot right now.
He squeezes back gently though, wanting Bucky to know that he's not the only one concerned about how things stand. ]
I'd take the lecture over being sober right about now. [ Understatement of the century. ] We can order in a pizza from that place he likes, too.
[ that's probably for the best. it'll be some time yet before they have any answers and it might not at all be what they expect, so why make it worse wondering about the worst case scenario until then?
at least he's got Sam here now, though. they can talk about anything else and rest easy and have fun like they're used to. at least until the inevitable. ]
I'm sure that'll pacify 'im for a while. [ he's going to tilt his head a bit for an affectionate boop against Sam's, too. ] At least we can explain we were thinking of him, too. We're not being selfish.
[ The tension's abated somewhat by now, which is good since Sam can see the store up ahead. It's never really a good idea to get drunk when someone's raring for a fight, he remembers belatedly.
He grins fondly, nudging Bucky back in response. ] Especially we order two pizzas and let him have a whole one to himself, huh?
...You just have to make sure not to steal from his pizza just to rile him up this time, okay?
[ the desire to punch certain individuals is definitely dwindling - mostly because he still has no idea why in the first place, and it's not like said individual is anywhere around, so ... yeah, let's go see if he can still get drunk. ]
Well, then we have to order three. [ obvious solution is obvious. ] I can't make any promises. Old habits.
[ It's not worth dwelling on at the moment since nothing they do now can change how things will pan out. Might as well live in the moment while they can.
[ There's something in Bucky's tone that makes Sam pause, stopping in his tracks to glance over at him. Eyes narrowing in thought, he makes a small noise in the back of his throat before continuing walking. ]
You know [ and there's a studied casualness to his voice ] if you're extra hungry, you can always let me know, okay? I can never keep track just how much either you or Steve can put away at any given day.
[ the pause usually means he's in for a lecture of sorts - and that's disappointing because he's been doing so well in keeping his mood and spirits up - but he must still have telltale signs that Sam picks up on (he's really good at that,) so Bucky needs to work on his side of it, it seems. ]
... well, for the record, Steve's worse than me. [ just. putting that out there. ] But ... yeah, sorry, I'll get better at that. [ either better at speaking up about it or learning how to hide it better. ]
[ It's not meant to be a lecture, just a gentle reminder, but Bucky's put off expression tells Sam that he took it otherwise. His hand comes up off Bucky's shoulder to ruffle his hair fondly, even as he gives an exasperated snort. ]
Yeah, I know. You supersoldiers and your aversion to letting me know when you need something. Looks like I just got to get better at poking at you both to speak up.
[ not the hair ruffles D: now Sam's certainly mussed up the perfect 'do and Bucky huffs, lowering his head in what must be an attempt to try and turtle his way into his coat. Sam can probably hear his mental whining (but also probably sees that little smile, too.) ]
Yep. Clearly all your fault. You should be ashamed, Wilson. [ he doesn't mean it. ]
[ He does indeed see that smile and feels very smug about it since he knows that not everyone can get such a reaction from Bucky. He'll allow the other man to keep his dignity, but that doesn't mean you're escaping from under his arm despite all that turtling, Buck.
(They're both aware that Bucky could easily break away if he wanted to, but it looks like they'll just be ignoring that as per usual.) ]
Uh-huh, totally a failing on my part. [ He grins. ] Guess I just have to try harder.
[ Sam's a rare gem like that. Bucky's not exactly known to be the most upbeat and chipper fellow around, but Sam knows how to dig through that rough exterior and find the sappy, lovesick dolt underneath. So, no, he doesn't mind the inability to escape this time. Sam could manhandle him all he wanted, really. ]
Complete and utter failure. Yep. [ mutual teasing is go. ] What a disgrace. [ tsk, tsk. ]
[ He deadpans: ] Woe is me. Wonder what I should do to make it up to you, huh?
[ At least the store's in sight now, bottles of liquor set tantalizingly as a display in the window. Booze, snacks, and pizza. They can make a good night of this yet. ]
[ deadpanning back: ] Guess you'll have to think real long'n hard about it.
[ he'll trust Sam's judgement on what drinks they should pick up. a lot's changed since the 40's so a lot of the new stuff's still pretty foreign to him - but as long as it tastes good, even if it doesn't get him drunk, he'll be happy with that. ]
[ They enter the store, the little bell above the door jangling cheerfully as it swings open. Sam makes a beeline towards the beer section and does his best to pick out the good ones. He's not sure what Steve and Bucky used to like way back when, but then again, he's pretty sure alcohol now has developed way more by now, so that's a moot point.
Once he's picked out a few decent ones, he nods to Bucky to help him bring the bottles over to the counter. ]
[ Sam might've forgotten to but Bucky's definitely trying to hide his snickering once they reach the store. sorry, he just likes pushing your buttons, buddy.
while Sam heads over to the drinks, Bucky takes a detour towards snacks, because mmmm, snacks. almost everything is a brand he doesn't recognize, but he's feeling a little adventurous and keeps an eye out for anything different. which is why he's got a bag of chocolate covered pretzels in one hand and "Flamin' Hot" Funyuns in the other. ]
[ it actually takes Bucky a moment before he realizes - ohhh. Funyuns. Fun + Onions. but they aren't ... really onions? just chips? huh.
well, they still sound interesting, and he shrugs, reaching back into the shelf to look for the other flavour Sam suggested. he likes the spicy chips himself, but it wouldn't be fair to hog the whole bag to himself and not get the kind Sam likes too. ]
Chile Limón ... [ he mumbles to himself, looking through before-- ahah! there's a few bags on the shelf of that kind and he'll grab one for Sam too. ] Okay, now I think we're set.
[ Sam has to hide a smile when he sees the exact moment where Bucky understands just what Funyuns are. There are still a million and one things that he wants to introduce Bucky to (many of them of the edible variety), but overall, they're still taking baby steps. Funyuns are as good a stepping stone as any. Tasty, too. ]
Perfect. Lemme just take these to the counter to pay for then.
[ He pauses to fish his phone out from his pocket then turns back to Bucky, offering the phone to him. ] You cool with ordering the pizza for us? Just get me one of the all meat kind, then order one of yourself and another for Steve.
[ the future (technically the present) is certainly weird and something to get used to, and Bucky tries to adjust and make the best of it as much as he can. but one of the good things about it is definitely all the new foods and drinks he gets to try out, and Sam's been great about picking out the best of the best. next on the list is, apparently, Funyuns.
he follows Sam to the counter, and when the phone's passed to him, Bucky nods his head and takes the phone so he can order their pizzas. phone calls were a little nervewracking at first, but he's used to it by now, so he can order their--
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kinda thinking it's safe to assume this is about him
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maaaaaaybe
I don't tend to shoot things unprovoked.
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Must be the fresh air.
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Do you still have...
[Well, there's no way to breech this subject without sounds all kinds of insensitive.]
Do you still have the memory thing? Do..you know who I am?
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Did you really have to do that? Like. Really?
[ KEYWORDS, BUCKY. ]
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Stubborn little shit Steve Rogers.
Yeah. [ he nods his head ] I know you.
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[ deadpan. because clearly there were reasons, Sam. reasons. ]
Don't know why yet, but I really had to.
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[Such a relieved chuckle. Why Bucky's trying to shoot fashion designers with weird hands seems entirely irrelevant, suddenly.]
I'd have questioned how right you could possibly be, but with stubborn and shit in there I'm not sure I have a leg to stand on.
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[ Disapproving stare, but he still moves to sling an arm over Bucky's shoulders. ] God, you drive me to drink sometimes, man. Speaking of which, I need a beer right now.
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I'm pretty sure it's correct. Some things just don't change. [ even built like a six-foot linebacker, Steve's still a little shit. ]
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[ nooo not the disapproving stare :c he'll have to counter with a pout. ] I think everybody could. It's been rough.
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Mmmmight be steering Bucky away towards a store right now. ] Right. That's why we're going on a beer run now. We'll pick up some snacks, too.
[ Squints at. ] Can you even get drunk anymore? I know Steve needs the hard stuff from Asgard to even get affected.
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Sure. [ beer and snack run sounds like a good idea and Bucky gladly goes along with it. also reaching up to hold Sam's hand over his shoulder because he can.
... and actually that's a good question. ] I don't think so. Couldn't hurt to find out.
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[Maybe if he could have gotten home, he could have stopped this. Somehow.]
I hope you'll be okay. With...whatever it is that's happening up there. Shooting corporate executives or something.
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Especially not when he's holding onto Sam's hand like that, looking - dare he say it - cute even while pulling off the grumpy "I'm gonna kick your ass if you say anything" assassin look.
He hums thoughtfully. ] Guess we'll be grabbing more than a couple six-packs then. Think we can put it on Steve's tab without him noticing? [ Because there's only so much he can afford on his salary, okay, don't judge. ]
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Just gotta wait an' see, I guess. Maybe it'll turn out okay, somehow.
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but it is still a concern nagging at him anyway and he might be holding Sam's hand a little tighter because of it. at least Sam knows it's bothering him and offers distraction. ]
He'll notice. [ another shrug ] If we get him snacks too, he won't mind as much. But we'll still get lectured on it. [ Steve lectures aren't the worst thing though. ]
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He squeezes back gently though, wanting Bucky to know that he's not the only one concerned about how things stand. ]
I'd take the lecture over being sober right about now. [ Understatement of the century. ] We can order in a pizza from that place he likes, too.
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at least he's got Sam here now, though. they can talk about anything else and rest easy and have fun like they're used to. at least until the inevitable. ]
I'm sure that'll pacify 'im for a while. [ he's going to tilt his head a bit for an affectionate boop against Sam's, too. ] At least we can explain we were thinking of him, too. We're not being selfish.
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He grins fondly, nudging Bucky back in response. ] Especially we order two pizzas and let him have a whole one to himself, huh?
...You just have to make sure not to steal from his pizza just to rile him up this time, okay?
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Well, then we have to order three. [ obvious solution is obvious. ] I can't make any promises. Old habits.
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That gets him A Look. ]
Bucky, no.
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also, awww. ]
I was only kiddin'. [ mostly. but he really could eat a whole pizza himself rn ... ]
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You know [ and there's a studied casualness to his voice ] if you're extra hungry, you can always let me know, okay? I can never keep track just how much either you or Steve can put away at any given day.
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... well, for the record, Steve's worse than me. [ just. putting that out there. ] But ... yeah, sorry, I'll get better at that. [ either better at speaking up about it or learning how to hide it better. ]
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Yeah, I know. You supersoldiers and your aversion to letting me know when you need something. Looks like I just got to get better at poking at you both to speak up.
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Yep. Clearly all your fault. You should be ashamed, Wilson. [ he doesn't mean it. ]
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(They're both aware that Bucky could easily break away if he wanted to, but it looks like they'll just be ignoring that as per usual.) ]
Uh-huh, totally a failing on my part. [ He grins. ] Guess I just have to try harder.
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Complete and utter failure. Yep. [ mutual teasing is go. ] What a disgrace. [ tsk, tsk. ]
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[ At least the store's in sight now, bottles of liquor set tantalizingly as a display in the window. Booze, snacks, and pizza. They can make a good night of this yet. ]
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[ he'll trust Sam's judgement on what drinks they should pick up. a lot's changed since the 40's so a lot of the new stuff's still pretty foreign to him - but as long as it tastes good, even if it doesn't get him drunk, he'll be happy with that. ]
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[ They enter the store, the little bell above the door jangling cheerfully as it swings open. Sam makes a beeline towards the beer section and does his best to pick out the good ones. He's not sure what Steve and Bucky used to like way back when, but then again, he's pretty sure alcohol now has developed way more by now, so that's a moot point.
Once he's picked out a few decent ones, he nods to Bucky to help him bring the bottles over to the counter. ]
See any snacks you want?
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while Sam heads over to the drinks, Bucky takes a detour towards snacks, because mmmm, snacks. almost everything is a brand he doesn't recognize, but he's feeling a little adventurous and keeps an eye out for anything different. which is why he's got a bag of chocolate covered pretzels in one hand and "Flamin' Hot" Funyuns in the other. ]
Yep.
What the hell are Funyuns?
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Sam glances up when Bucky approaches, grinning at his choices. ]
It's this corn snack thing that's supposed to be kinda like onion rings. S'pretty good stuff, though I prefer the Chile Limón flavor myself.
[ He looks over to where Bucky had just come from. ] Didja happen to see if they had any in stock back there?
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well, they still sound interesting, and he shrugs, reaching back into the shelf to look for the other flavour Sam suggested. he likes the spicy chips himself, but it wouldn't be fair to hog the whole bag to himself and not get the kind Sam likes too. ]
Chile Limón ... [ he mumbles to himself, looking through before-- ahah! there's a few bags on the shelf of that kind and he'll grab one for Sam too. ] Okay, now I think we're set.
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Perfect. Lemme just take these to the counter to pay for then.
[ He pauses to fish his phone out from his pocket then turns back to Bucky, offering the phone to him. ] You cool with ordering the pizza for us? Just get me one of the all meat kind, then order one of yourself and another for Steve.
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he follows Sam to the counter, and when the phone's passed to him, Bucky nods his head and takes the phone so he can order their pizzas. phone calls were a little nervewracking at first, but he's used to it by now, so he can order their--
hang on. ] So we are getting three?
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Yep. Might as well make sure there's enough to go around for everyone. Plus, leftover pizza is amazing.
[ Sam retreats to the cashier before Bucky can say anything else, piling their beer and treats on the counter so he can pay for everything. ]
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Sam gets a quick peck on the cheek-- ] You got it, babe. [ --before making his way outside the shop so he can order their dinner.
he just barely refrains from ordering a dessert, though. especially after being offered one at half price. be proud of him, Wilson. ]