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Characters: Bucky Barnes and open
Location: Around - outside the city included. State if you have preference!
Situation: Bucky is out and about, now that he's got a lot less excuse to be reclusive...
Warnings/Rating: None for now.
A/N: Prose and actionspam both welcome.

Bucky was... well. One word he couldn't quite process in conjunction with 'dead' was 'happy,' but for all intents and purposes... all right. Maybe not happy, but the brooding, the feeling of doom and despair that he'd had to struggle against during the first weeks after he showed up had greatly receded. He was brighter, lighter, and found himself with a lot more time - a lot more genuine willingness, he guessed - to be out and about.

Of course, he wasn't crowding his friends. They hung out, as they tended to, but this place... (and Peggy) required that they do some work, and some exploring, on his own.

Bucky kept up with the lessons with Rikki, and the occasional patrol with her; also kept his own schedule and routes across the rooftops. And, sometimes, just walking the streets, trying to blend as much as a non-shapeshifter could. Sometimes, being quiet and unobtrusive (or charming) worked well enough, to get information.

And he even ventured outside the city (the last couple of years had cured a lot of his reluctance to visit the countryside), to explore the whole of the surface that was available to him. He hadn't quite managed to save enough to buy a vehicle, but he did rent a sturdy bike. He thought it suited him.

Anytime, anywhere, he stopped to talk with people, or to help them, or to just ask questions or lend a hand.

He was - not completely gone. Steve was here - even more, Steve seemed... happy. That was plenty good enough for Bucky.

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Steph ducks her head under the water while he's getting undressed just because it seems a little much to watch him, pushing her hair back from her face when she resurfaces. She does get to take a decent look at him when he's walking into the water. He's an army boy and she's only human, so sue her.

The scars are noted and filed, but she doesn't see much point on commenting.

"I think it's been like two years since I've been in the ocean. I need to make an effort to do it more."

Gotham's in a bay, sure, but only crazy people would go in the water near there. The last time she went swimming was on a beach in Africa, with some kids who she'd met at one of the clinics Leslie and her had been working at. It'd been the first time she'd actually had fun since the gang war. It's a nice memory.

Edited 2012-09-20 09:48 (UTC)

"Anytime you need a ride, Steph. Just give me a call and all."

He finishes the splashing by a dive. His swimming is not very good, but he's relatively decent, coming up for air after some distance and long strokes, taking him far.

When he resurfaces, he's laughing, wiping water from his eyes.

"Been less for me, but then, haven't been back States-side for almost two years, really."

"You volunteering to be my personal escort service?" She could pick a different word there, but she's not going to.

She's decided she likes his laugh, even if it seems like it's not something he does all that often. But then, he's come from a war, where he probably died; Steph can't really blame him.

"Where were you serving? If you don't mind me asking," She'd guess Germany, based on the year he's from, but she knows the Allies were fighting in more than just one country.

"For getting proper exposure to, ah, fresh air and salty water? Sure. Or if you really need somewhere else."

No, not nearly enough. Although with Steve here, that sort of is changing. Sure, this is, in a way, also war. But it isn't the same variety as the World War.

And there isn't Hydra, with its hyper advanced weapons and research on living people. And whatever worse madness Schmidt manages to cook up--

He wrenches his thoughts away from that, and his eyes are only slightly clouded when he answers.

"HQ is ... was. HQ was technically in London. We got to go wherever we were needed though, Captain America and the Howling Commandos. Before he showed up? Wherever the front was, but I didn't spend that long with the 107th. So you could say... Western Europe?"

Small pause as he sinks down a bit, until his chin is under the surface. "Last action was up in the Alps." A smile quirks his lips, only partially tinged by amusement (and that, at how small European countries sometimes are). "The train was moving kinda fast, I might lie to you which country in particular we were in."

"I'll keep that in mind," She won't abuse the privilege too much.

That clouded look doesn't escape her notice, and she feels a twinge of guilt for even asking in the first place, but - he answers, despite the fact she gave him the option not to, so maybe it's okay.

That doesn't make it any easier to know how to respond, though she echoes his smile for a brief moment.

"I'm sorry," It's the only thing that seems acceptable. She figures he'll know what she's apologizing for.

He doesn't have a reason to hide it, and if she's curious... Well, why not?

He manages a smile that's far more relaxed, and reaches his eyes, and he dips underwater and comes up with a toss of his hair.

"Thanks, although there's no need. I was doing what I needed to do, and there's one person who'd be missing me in particular, back home, and he's here, so I'm... good. Nowhere to get back to, but that's how things go. Not the only one, which, I suppose, makes sense for a place between life, death, and dreaming."

The smile widened, and he splashed at her lightly. "One with rather nice ocean water, I must say. What's your favorite swimming style?"

Question for question, right?

His response surprises her a little, and it's clear in her expression, but. It also impresses her, a lot of the people here who've died seem to be taking it well. She thought most people wouldn't.

"That seems like a pretty good attitude to have to it all," She can't tell how she'd react in the same situation, she knows she's not dead, "I'm glad - I mean, that you're okay with it?"

Sort of a question, just because she feels like she phrased it awkwardly and she's worried she's made some sort of faux pas. How do you talk to dead people?

His question makes her grin, though, "The one where I'm not drowning. I'm not a great swimmer."

She can tread water and do all the rescue swimming perfectly, because she was trained in that specfically. But she actually hadn't learnt to swim before she started working as Spoiler.

"Well, not like I have much of other options. This is a sort of a second chance, complete with my best pal here and possibly people to save. Why waste it on what I can't change, right?" He laughs, quietly. "They even gave me an actual job that keeps me well above struggling. Trust me, that alone is extra, when you've grown up an orphan in the City."

He has too many reasons to be grateful for allowing himself any resentment.

And if there are days of dark moods and worries... well. He can hide those away easily enough. The city's large, and the whole shell even larger.

He shakes his head, then laughs at the last part. "Not drowning's definitely encouraged, yeah. And, hey, if you're not in a rush to get anywhere, you don't really need much more. Plus, splashing around is all sorts of fun."

Head-tilt, and a small smirk. "Lemme know if you want a boost. Best splashes require some altitude, and this shore doesn't really feature any cliffs."

"I can understand that," All of it, really, but especially the bit about having a job, "I'm really digging the free housing and utilities, it's nice not to have to choose between electricity and food."

But that's not really something she wants to dwell on, so she grins when Bucky laughs, "Can't argue with that, some of the best fun I had was at the Port St Johns, there were plenty of high spots to jump off and I was with a bunch of locals who kept egging me on."

Not that it's hard to get Steph to do something, just make it challenge. Speaking of, she's going to quirk an eyebrow at him, "A boost, huh?"

Bucky blinks slightly, actually relaxing a small degree of tension that he didn't even realize he was holding at the info that she's no stranger to this kind of choice. And his answer to that part is a quiet, "it's good, but free housing can be taken away. While a job is... something else."

But he doesn't push the conversation that way. Curiosity or not, he knows the desire to put that out of your mind, and he's not going to get in the way.

Instead, his eyes fill with laughter as he chuckles at the egging part, and shows his hands over the water, fingers laced so she can step on them. "Boost."

And he holds them down, for her to take that or not.

Her smile is a small thing, but understanding, and she nods, "You been squirelling your money away, too?"

Because he's right, free housing can be taken away, and while a job can, too, if you keep your money hidden they can't take that. Steph has assorted hiding spots, not all of them even in her suite.

She eyes his hands, then his face, and worries her bottom lip between her teeth. It's clear that she wants to, but there's something stopping her.

Fuck that, is what she eventually decides as she swims over to him, puts a hand on his shoulder to make sure she keeps her balance, then uses his laced fingers as a step to leap off. If he gives a decent enough boost, she's going to do a tuck flip before landing back in the water.

"Orphan in Brooklyn, whaddaya think?" It's said dismissively - of his own troubles - but the efforts he's - they've - made are not so easy to hide. Because it was Bucky and Steve, and Steve was undersized and sick and... well. Not for here or now.

His eyebrows go up at her hesitation, but when she swims over, he's ready, and the boost is good.

Yes, he notices the scars. (And they are less of a reason for him to question than people of her own time would find them.) But what she does? The way she carries her body in the air?

"Wow. Is it a requirement for young women in the future to be in amazing shape or something?"

She's a bit busy to comment on the orphan thing, but she makes note of it, and the way that he says it. She can understand wanting to underplay that sort of thing, and she - approves, in a way. Because it's the same way she tends to downplay her own childhood, to make jokes of it. It means he's a little like her.

There is an appropriately large splash, and she's flipped so that her feet hit the shell once she'd sunk down in the water, because it just feels natural to land that way. And it means she can jump back up, laughing.

His comment doesn't help that laughter, "Not that I've heard of. I'm just a gymnast."

"Not that I'm objecting, mind you. Gymnast, huh?" Oh, he likes the laughter - very much indeed. "Gotta say it sure looks good on you.

"Think it'd better if you bounce off my shoulders?"

Better for her. Because having fun? Just about right.

It's probably because the sample is skewed towards superheroes, Steph thinks, but doesn't say that outloud. The compliment catches her a little off guard, despite the fact they've been flirting pretty much since they met, and she ducks her head a bit.

"Been doing it since I was thirteen, even competed at Nationals a couple times," She likes this part of her secret identity, even if it's not entirely true. Competing was fun, and her team were some of the few people at school she had a decent relationship with. She wonders what those girls are up to now.

Yet more things she's not going to dwell on, instead giving his question some consideration, "Probably not? Going off your shoulders is a solid starting point, the boost gives me more bounce."

A beat, then, "Anyway, I probably shouldn't just use you as my personal jungle gym."

Not that she'd mind climbing all over Bucky, but still.

It's kind of different when the compliment is made when you're in your underwear. (Most men, Bucky's been told, kind of quit the effort by that time. Not that there is a goal right now, just in general.)

It's also different when the compliment is on what you do, not simply how you look. Especially when said thing requires skill that you've worked years to acquire.

Bucky laughs.

"Believe me, it's been used much worse. And I can..." he squats in the water, then straightens quickly. Then laces his fingers again with a grin. "All your call."

It's been a long while since he's been able to just relax. And she's a spectacular person to do so with.

For once, it's not anything personal that makes her decide to turn it down.

"Nah," She looks apologetic, a little disappointed, but she adds, "Not to like - disparge on your athletic ability, but I don't wanna get too complicated with someone untrained, especially when there's not sand below the water. I don't wanna hurt you."

She's sure he's plenty strong, with decent reflexes and balance, but he's not a Bat, not a gymnast, and if something goes wrong, even in the water (maybe because of the water, it's throwing her off a little) with the hard turtle shell below them, then either of them could get hurt.

"But if you want, when we're done swimming, I can teach you how to do a backflip," She smiles; a compromise?

"Huh." He blinks for a moment, thoughtful. That makes sense. "There's no need to apologize. And I'd love to learn that, but you don't have to, all right? This isn't about obligations or anything, or offense - I was offering."

The smile returns, slowly. "Though in case we're stuck here for a while, I'd be good with changing that 'untrained' part, if you're up for it."

"I tend not to do things out of obligation," Mostly because she doesn't like getting herself in situations where she feels like she owes people things.

She's glad he didn't take offence; egos - including her own - are tricky things, and she smiles when he does.

"I can give it a shot. I've never taught anyone before, but I can probably go over the basics with you." And she just signed herself up for giving gymnastics lessons, alright.

"Good. I'd like that." Beat, but he feels like he should clarify, "but if you change your mind, that'd be fine, too. Learning new things, way to move - and to move in sync with somebody--" other than Steve "-- seems like a good idea, especially here."

Especially when he really won't get a chance to, back home.

"But it's not some ultimate goal or something. I'll be good, either way. Yeah?"

Oh. She likes how he puts that - moving in sync with somebody - she remembers feeling that way with Tim when they fought side by side, with Cass when they flew together.

It's been a while since she's felt like that with anyone, Kara is close, but the fact of her powers make things... not quite right. She can move in ways that Steph never can.

"Yeah," her smile is bright, if a little distant, "I'd like to give it a go. If nothing else, it'll keep me in shape."

As if she's not leaping around rooftops every night.

"Sounds like a plan."

Although that distant look? So not on.

Steph, you are so getting splashed!

Not when he telegraphs the move so obviously; Steph has disappeared under the surface long before the water's at any risk of splashing her.

She drops until her feet hit the shell, moves into a crouch and then pushes herself off sideways. She thinks the waves should be enough to make her tricky to spot as she swims around to put herself behind Bucky. (She might not be a brilliant swimmer, but she can hold her breath for a long time.)

If she can make it behind Bucky without him seeing her, she's going to resurface about two feet away from him to splash the back of his head.

Of course, he has spun about to look for her. Which means she splashes him in the face.

Which just makes him shake his head to clear the water from his eyes and burst out laughing.

And splash back. Obviously.

Edited 2012-10-02 07:57 (UTC)

"Oops," It's said around a laugh as she brings up a hand to shield her face from the water. It's probably only fair that she takes that one in return for getting him so good.

"There are a lot of fish," which is a comment completely unrelated to anything, but she'd noticed it for the firs time when she'd just gone under.

Still, unrelated comment aside, she's going to flick a little water at him.

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