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maybe we're all just a little lost in time and space // james buchanan barnes, but call me bucky.

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Bucky? Bucky.  Natasha was in a state of shock that after she and Steve had spent their night together that she’d stumble upon their shared person that they most desired to find. To be with again. The night she told Steve she was off on her own, she saw James. James. He saw Natasha one moment, a woman who just stared at his metal arm and then she was gone. The desire to have that single night of normalcy departed as Tasha was Black Widow again, blending into the shadows, waiting to isolate James on his own. After the ballet ended, she suddenly was there in front of him. “James. We have been looking for you,” her hand reached out to touch his metal arm, “with all of our hearts.” He’d feel even if she didn’t express in words, that she knew what he was. Knew those secrets about himself that he could only half expect without his memories. “James, it’s Tasha.” Honestly, she was doubting he’d recall her. She was prepared to disable, drag him into a private room where she could zip tie him for a more extensive interrogation. Unfortunately, it would not prove the more unlikely situation that he did not recall her and she was without support. However, she tried, if opportune she’d isolate him away from the others, bring James back. Steve would never forgive if she did not make efforts.

Bucky felt uneasy for the rest of the show, he had a hard time actually enjoying himself. It wasn’t like this was the first time he was out and people stared, but there was something about that one woman in particular. Something about her gaze, about the way she held herself... it was intimidating and he seriously debated leaving before the end of the ballet just to avoid running into her again.

Of course that didn’t happen, he couldn’t bring himself to leave half way through the show. He would feel terrible doing that, and he didn’t need any more things to be worrying about. He tried his best to slip out unnoticed by anyone, not wanting to deal with anyone questioning his arm, or if he was dangerous. He longed for a normal life, why couldn’t he just have a normal prosthetic, what kind of doctor uses metal. He was so lost in thought that he barely noticed anyone around him until suddenly that woman from earlier was right there. 

His ears were practically ringing as she said his name, his eyes going completely wide. He flinched quite noticeably as she suddenly touched his arm, trying to pull back from her touch. “I-I’m sorry ma’am, I think you have me mistaken for someone else.” He said quickly, looking slightly panicked. “I really don’t want any trouble, so I’d love to just be on my way.” He was looking around, trying to see if anyone could help him, and seeing where the exits were. “Please just let me go... I-I just want to go home.” He was clearly very nervous, seemingly intimated by the woman. 

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Tasha stood in front of her bathroom mirror, examining her own from. Hands drifting to run along her new crescent scar along her lower left abdomen, but she still did not know where it was from. Drifting upwards over toned musculature towards the slopes of her breasts. There were few differences between her figure before and after the battle with Thanos and her return. Two new scars, that troubled the super-spy. The Serum had not protected her from the scars from taking, it led to more questions than answers. Her lingering on her own reflection didn’t last long as she headed to her closet to dress for the ballet.

Tonight’s activity did not have a job attached to it, but instead was indulging Natasha in what she believed to be a past attached. Life was now different, post-Thanos, in many extents and tonight Natasha was trying in part to find out what that meant to her. A dark black dress was pulled on, and while normally such a dress was used in a mission where she would play seductress, perhaps a former ballerina, to get information from some important man or woman. However, tonight she had only one ticket and had no plans to do anything but enjoy the show.  It was the opening night for the NYC Ballet Season, and Natasha had front row tickets. She quickly had found her seat, an empty one to her left, as she began to enjoy the dancing of All Balanchine. The stylized exhibit in three works were subtle, yet passionate and effervescent. They awoke within her. Anyone sitting near her and watching her instead of the show would see her own feet moving with the desire to not be in the seats, but up there on the stage. Between the works, during intermission, she drifted towards the lobby. Watching, lurking for opportunities, despite her desires to just be another citizen and just watch the show. Old habits were hard to break. 

Bucky had always been a fan of the ballet, he wasn’t actually sure where it stemmed from if he was being honestly, but then again he wasn’t sure where most things in his life came from. It was strange, he felt as though his life had a huge hole in the middle, and he couldn’t remember how he got there, what had happened, or even who he was. He was living a normal life, but he couldn’t help but feel like not all the dots were connected. He didn’t know how he was living his life as if he always had one eye closed, not seeing the full picture. But he tried his best to make it work, it wasn’t like he couldn’t function because he couldn’t remember, right?

More and more as time passed, he found it quite difficult to go out in public. For one, he was unusually muscular, which was strange for him because he didn’t work out, not even once a week. And he didn’t even want to get into the fact his arm was metal. He couldn’t for the life of him remember what had happened, or why any sort of doctor would put a metal prosthetic on him. Things just didn’t add up, and it made him quite nervous going out in public. People stared, and questioned him, and he of course never knew what to say.

Tonight was no different for him. He felt eyes on him, the whispers, it made him want to duck his head and go home. But he wanted to see the ballet, he had a fascination with it, as if he wanted to do it as well but he figured he would look quite silly doing it. He seemingly longed for more than what he was doing, working in the flower shop was nice, but he longed for more...he didn’t know what, but more. 

Intermission rolled around and he quickly made his way to the lobby, leaning against the bar as he ordered himself a drink. Knowing himself, alcohol never seemed to affect him,  however impossible that seemed. It wasn’t very long until he felt a pair of eyes on him, and someone it felt different than most of the eyes on him. He glanced over and saw a woman staring rather intently at him, and it made him quite uneasy. He didn’t know her, so she was probably staring at the arm, and not him. He gave her a slight smile before he quickly looked away, focusing down at the drink in his hand.  

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“Freezing, huh?” She thought it was strange for the other to say, given the circumstances of the location they were at; it was rather warm, even under the shade of the tree. She also thought that the other was ill, which might explain the freezing, but Raven couldn’t sense any kind of illness from them. Weird.

Maybe they were a metahuman? And their powers made them feel like they were freezing. It wouldn’t have been the first time she encountered someone with ice powers. How cool would that be if they were one?

Realizing she was silent for sometime, Rachel looked over the other and introduced herself. “I’m Rachel, by the way. Hopefully you don’t mind me sitting here with you.”

Bucky chuckled a little, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I know it’s weird, considering it’s like one million degrees outside, but I’m usually pretty cold.” He shrugged, letting his head rest back against the tree as his eyes fell shut again. There was silence between the two of them for a little while, and despite the anxiety coursing through him about the girl seeing his arm, it was pretty nice to just be sitting there. As the girl spoke again, he opened his eyes to glance over at her. He mustered up a smile, nodding his head to her words. “It’s a free tree, you can sit wherever you want.” He joked. “Well it’s nice to meet you Rachel, I’m James, or Bucky, whatever you’d like to call me.”

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Rachel jumped upon hearing the other’s voice from behind the tree. “Whoa, I didn’t mean to wake you up, if I did. I was just,” She paused, thinking of something to say. “I was just complaining loudly about the brightness. Should have brought some shades. Or worn a cloak.” The last part was said under her breath.

The female was on her way towards the nearest building when she stopped herself. This was a good opportunity to make a new friend, even if the circumstances were weird. Hopefully make a new friend. She walked back to her spot at the tree and sat down. “How exactly did you sleep out here?”

Bucky didn’t think much of the girl as she started to walk away, figuring she didn’t want to talk to him, and he supposed meeting someone under a tree wasn’t normal so he didn’t blame her. He let his eyes fall shut again, humming to himself. A few moments passed, and then there was the voice again. He didn’t open his eyes right away, he let her settle comfortably before he glanced over at her. “I’m pretty much always freezing, so it’s nice to lay out in the warmth.” He shrugged. He was very clearly guarded, and he appeared to be keeping on half of his body hidden from her.

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“Ugh, is it always this bright outside?” She sighed, sitting under a tree. “Every second I’m outside makes me miss my room more and more. When will the Sun leave?”

Bucky was a little spooked at first as someone started speaking, not knowing anyone was sitting on the other side of the tree where he was. “--unfortunately yes.” He mumbled out, sounding as though he had just woken up. “Sun is always shining here, you don’t get much of a break.”

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Jesse’s eyes locked with Bucky’s as the other man downed his drink. Jesse had been drinking since before he was legal, and even he had a hard time with the good stuff straight like that. He wondered for a moment if Bucky was one of those meta-humans he saw on the news, but kept it to himself. Either way, he was damn impressed. 

“Keep callin’ me doll an’ see where that gets ya,” he smirked. His eyes fell to Bucky’s lips and back up to his soft eyes. “Think that drink’ll keep ya busy ‘til I can close up?” he asked, lowering his voice. “Gimme a half hour, and I reckon I can find another way to keep you entertained.”

Bucky was certainly entertained already, his heart racing in his chest as he chatted up the handsome bartender. He never did things like this, never in a million years. He kept quiet and to himself, a rather shy person, but perhaps he was drinking liquid luck. He finished his drink right after Jesse spoke, setting the glass down on the bar between them. “Darn, I guess it ain’t keeping me busy.” He teased, a grin tugging at his lips. “I could give you a hand, or if you’d prefer, I can sit here and look pretty, and you can think of me as the prize once you finish your work.”

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Angela looked intently at the metal arm he talked about. “You know, I don’t even think I have a logical reason to why anyone would give you a metal arm to work with. Nowhere in my learning were we ever taught to use metal in place of a prosthetic…”

“Yeah... it um, kind of seems like a shady operation if I’m being honest.” Bucky said, glancing up at the woman. “It’s not exactly comfortable. Or put on properly. That’s not even the thing that freaks me out... what freaks me out is that I don’t remember getting it.”

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The brush of their fingers sent a warm spark throughout Jesse. He froze in place as the man’s other hand reached up to his chest, and felt his heart leap into his throat. He swallowed hard and tried to keep his cool. “Sugar, if you keep lookin’ at me like that, you ain’t gotta give me nothin’ but your time,” he managed, licking his lips. He glanced at the clock on the wall and surveyed the rest of the bar - he was almost certain nobody would mind if he cashed out the register a little early. His gaze fell back to Bucky and his breathing hitched. “Only the pretty ones,” he grinned. “Seems to me I’m the lucky one.”

Bucky was rather amused with all of this, letting his lips turn up into a grin as he took a sip from the glass. Straight vodka would have people squirming and making all kinds of faces, but Bucky didn’t even react to the burning sensation. He was very quickly learning he was a complete sucker for a man with an accent, and boy did Jesse have a pretty one. “Mmm. Well, you can have as much of it as you’d like.” He hummed out, taking another sip, longer this time, still no reaction from him. “Gonna make me blush if you keep callin’ me pretty like that, doll.” He said, batting his eyelashes for effect. 

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"I’m not sure what to tell you.” Bucky mumbled, with a slight shrug of his shoulders. “It’s weird because I don’t remember ever getting it... it’s just kind of been there.” He referenced down to the metal arm that was attached to him. “I feel like metal isn’t a proper material for a prosthetic, but again, who knows, I ain’t a doctor.”

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Angela nodded her head, ready to listen. “Headaches, hm? Have you been under much stress lately? And how intense have they been for you?” She hadn’t really been anticipating to be her doctor self out of work, but she was never one to turn down someone in need.

“Not any more than usual.” Bucky shrugged a little bit. He was pretty much always under stress, so he didn’t know what had changed. “I mean. They’re pretty bad. Like someone squeezing my head.”

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Jesse nearly dropped the glass. He could feel the blush crawling up his cheeks, and it took him a second too long to regain his composure. His gaze dropped from the man’s eyes to his lips and then quickly down to the bar. Sure, he had his fair share of good-looking patrons, but it had been quite some time since one had looked at him like that and been so openly receptive to his attempts at flirting. He cleared his throat and couldn’t stop the amused smile tugging at his lips. “Call me Jesse,” he said, setting the glass down on the bar but not taking his hand away. “Or call me later.”

Bucky hummed, his hand moving to take the glass, purposely letting his fingers rest over top of Jesse’s. “Tryin’ make me beg for it, doll?” He said, the slight Brooklyn accent coming out. With his other hand he reached into his wallet, pulling out a 20 dollar bill, reaching up to tuck it into Jesse’s pocket on his shirt, giving him a grin. “Gonna have all my money by the end of the night if you keep lookin’ at me like that.” He said, sounding rather amused. Bucky usually kept to himself, most of the time feeling self-conscious about his prosthetic, but he was barely thinking about it tonight, he was having fun flirting with this guy. “You flirt with all your customers? Or am I just lucky?”

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“Alright, well if you don’t want to talk about that, what do you want to talk about then?”

“You’re the one who’s a doctor! You gotta tell me what I need to know. I have constant headaches, and I have no idea why.”

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Jesse did his best to bite back a smile when the other man winked, but he couldn’t help himself. “Where’s the fun in being careful?” he asked coyly, reaching to meet him halfway for his money. He quickly counted the bills and turned on his heels to fix the drink.

He returned with a small tumbler with a little more than a shot of chilled vodka in it. He probably should have been a little stingier, since it was the nicer stuff, but he didn’t feel any remorse being a little generous to a handsome stranger. Pointedly, he avoided putting down the glass right away, instead holding it out to the patron within a reasonable distance. “Vodka, straight.”

“Living dangerously, hm? I like it.” Bucky grinned, his eyebrow slightly raising on his face. This man was certainly interesting, he’d give him that, and he was almost 100% sure that everyone was a sucker for a man with an accent. As the man spun around, he took the moment to reach up and fix his hair, wanting to look his best of course. His eyes slid down to the glass that was in the man’s hand after he had poured the drink, trying his best to hold back a cheeky grin. “Bucky, not so straight.” He shot back, biting down on his bottom lip as their eyes met.