From Siberia to Fandom's Causeway, Sometime Friday

[weirderthanthou]

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."

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[weirderthanthou]

Jesse's expression softened, and yet went a little more wry at the same time.

"Do you want to sleep in my guest bedroom? We can figure out where the keys are in the morning."

[shapethecentury]

Sleep. What a distant concept that felt like.

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

[weirderthanthou]

Jesse nodded.

"How's your shoulder?" she added quietly.

She resumed walking. The quicker they got to the apartment, the sooner James could rest.

[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.

[weirderthanthou]

"Would... aspirin help?" Jesse asked. "Wait. Shit. That's probably a stupid question."

[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."

[weirderthanthou]

Jesse nodded slowly.

"We can take you to the clinic tomorrow, too," she said.

At least MCA wasn't far? She had this weird desire to put him to bed and heat up some chicken soup or something.

That's for flu, not for amputated metal arms.

[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.

[weirderthanthou]

"They can at least help you with the pain," Jesse tried carefully, as they turned a corner into their street.

[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.

[weirderthanthou]

"C'mon," Jesse said, as they finally found themselves facing the MCA building. She took out her keys, opening the door quickly. "You need a shower, too."

[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.

[weirderthanthou]

He'd feel better if he put in the work. She was pretty sure.

Jesse was silent for the rest of the journey, taking them up to her apartment. That door opened quickly, too, and she held it while she waited for him to step inside.

[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.

[weirderthanthou]

"You should get a shower."

Jesse wasn't sure what to do about the stillness - and so she deferred to the idea of action. Literally, in another sense: she closed the door. "I'll get you a towel," she added. "And I'll grab a blanket for you once you're in there."

[shapethecentury]

"'Kay," Bucky heard himself say, swallowing the first syllable but forcing the rest out.

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

[weirderthanthou]

Shit.

Jesse reached out. Carefully.

Pressed a hand against his shoulder. The one made of skin and bone.

[shapethecentury]

Well, Bucky didn't flinch, at least? Although he did sort of... waver in place a little.

Swallowing something more down.

[weirderthanthou]

"James," Jesse said. Quiet.

[shapethecentury]

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."

[weirderthanthou]

"It's not," Jesse said.

She gave his arm a little tug. Willing him to face her.

[shapethecentury]

Bucky had a lot of experience doing what was expected of him, and right now he had nothing in the way of fight left in him.

He turned at her urging.

[weirderthanthou]

She hugged him.

(She couldn't hug Dylan. But she could hug him.)

[shapethecentury]

... Bucky didn't know what to do with that either.

But aside from making sure she wasn't in any danger of touching the mechanical stump of his arm (he had no idea what the exposed and cut wiring might do, and didn't want to find out) he couldn't make himself do much to respond. It was just...

It was just alien to him. Or like a foggy memory from a past that he couldn't quite understand he was somehow in again.

[weirderthanthou]

You know, he hadn't pushed her away. That was good enough.

"At least clean up a little," Jesse said quietly. "You'll thank yourself for it later."

She pulled back and looked at him.

"I might know people who can help with the arm," she said. "I'll try to reach them, okay?"