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The last couple of days had been eventful.

But the moment they spotted an opening to leave, Jesse and Bucky took it. Jesse's first instinct had been to walk until they found the nearest Portalocity station, but somehow the universe - or the Oldest House - had intervened.

They walked, and the world slowly warped around them. The smell of pine trees permeated the air, hot coals and warm coffee. For a moment, it was as if the ocean itself lapped gently through the skein of the heavens around them, washing away the taste of rough and jagged Russia.

Then that, too, faded.

And suddenly there was asphalt under Jesse's feet, the school's spire towering not far from her view.

"Huh," she said quietly. "Thanks, Ahti."

[[ for him, and nfb ]]

Date: 2024-06-21 11:00 am (UTC)
shapethecentury: ([neu] consequences)
From: [personal profile] shapethecentury
You know, for a second there, Bucky was pretty sure he must've gotten his brain knocked around in his skull even worse than he'd thought. But then the world righted itself again, and there it was: the island.

Looking the same as he remembered it. The same it had always been.

He felt too tired to really feel any kind of way about it, and yet the only word that rolled out his mouth was, "Shit."

Quiet, like a sigh.

Date: 2024-06-21 11:23 am (UTC)
shapethecentury: ([neu] sure okay)
From: [personal profile] shapethecentury
She didn't want to know many images of ghosts of apartments past Bucky had to flick through in his mind before he even landed on the right one. Basement, Fandom, right.

He frowned. "After this long?"

Jesus, what was wrong with this island?

Date: 2024-06-21 12:23 pm (UTC)
shapethecentury: ([neu] mmm nah)
From: [personal profile] shapethecentury
Bucky had his suspicions, but he could get into them at another time. Preferably one where he'd washed all the blood off his face, and his non-existent arm wasn't aching.

And he'd had time to process... any of the past two days.

Actually, that might take a while.

"I don't even have the keys." Wasn't even sure what he'd done with them when he'd left. Maybe he'd just left them in the apartment?

Date: 2024-06-21 12:40 pm (UTC)
shapethecentury: ([neu] open fields)
From: [personal profile] shapethecentury
Sleep. What a distant concept that felt like.

And yet Bucky found himself saying, "That works." Quiet again, and a little softer too.

Date: 2024-06-21 01:05 pm (UTC)
shapethecentury: ([neu] the star)
From: [personal profile] shapethecentury
"Like it's got a broken arm attached to it."

At least the serum ever-present in his body was working hard enough that he could actually walk without help, by now. It didn't do shit to the exhaustion, but it helped otherwise.

Date: 2024-06-21 02:08 pm (UTC)
shapethecentury: ([pos] my mind is lost)
From: [personal profile] shapethecentury
It made Bucky give a huff that... may have been amused? Or just reflex.

He shook his head, either way.

"It's fine," he said. (Her saying the aspirin thing was fine. The shoulder was not.) "I'll figure something out."

Date: 2024-06-21 02:29 pm (UTC)
shapethecentury: ([neu] long sigh)
From: [personal profile] shapethecentury
"I don't think this is something the clinic can help with."

Or maybe they could? He hadn't been around for years, guess they could've gotten someone in that knew how to handle something more than flesh.

Date: 2024-06-21 02:36 pm (UTC)
shapethecentury: ([neu] look at this face)
From: [personal profile] shapethecentury
There was not a street in the multiverse that counted as Bucky's right now. And yet here he was, anyway. Rounding the corner alongside her, casting a wary look down the street as he gave her words a vague nod.

It was beginning to set in where he was.

He didn't even know who all still lived here. Hell, he was half surprised Jesse still did.

Date: 2024-06-21 02:53 pm (UTC)
shapethecentury: ([neu] half cloudy)
From: [personal profile] shapethecentury
Did she know how much work that sounded like just now?

Bucky followed, regardless. Sooner he was off the street, the sooner he could stop feeling exposed.

Date: 2024-06-21 03:00 pm (UTC)
shapethecentury: ([neu] look at this face)
From: [personal profile] shapethecentury
Bucky slipped inside like a ghost - and then came to a stop almost immediately. Aside from Siberia, it had been a long time since he'd been in a place that was familiar. That held memories.

And the memories from here were as quiet and calm as they had been buried.

He didn't know what to do with it. He just felt something clenching.

Date: 2024-06-21 03:16 pm (UTC)
shapethecentury: ([neg] sweet jesus i am done)
From: [personal profile] shapethecentury
"'Kay," Bucky heard himself say, swallowing the first syllable but forcing the rest out.

He'd move, in a... in a second.

Date: 2024-06-21 04:08 pm (UTC)
shapethecentury: ([neu] armless and tired)
From: [personal profile] shapethecentury
Well, Bucky didn't flinch, at least? Although he did sort of... waver in place a little.

Swallowing something more down.

Date: 2024-06-21 04:27 pm (UTC)
shapethecentury: ([neg] did a good/bad thing)
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Bucky considered telling her he'd never really been a 'James'. Not unless, like Steve had said, his Ma had been cross with him. Or a fake psychiatrist was questioning him, apparently.

But it sounded different from her, and so he didn't want to.

"It's fine," he tried, his gaze falling towards the floor. "It's fine."

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