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[definingfuture]

Name: Tony Stark
Date: Feb. 2
Format: Text

Do you ever feel like you haven't said enough? I mean, you do what you can and you're pretty sure people get it, but sometimes even when you think the other person is thinking the same thing you are, you never know. And then you'll never know if they knew.

Um, anyway, that's not what I wanted to say. Hi.

If you're just getting in, uh, welcome to the city. There's probably a lot you're getting used to and I just want to say it is totally as weird as it seems. But not as bad as it might seem, so there's that? Everyone is fine, you're fine, and if you are going through changes, we're all here to help. If you need someone to talk to or want to know where to find anything, don't be shy.

And to everyone else, I'm looking for scrap metal. And wire, but you know, I'll take what I can get.

Comments

un: barnes

[anotheroldsoldier]

Assuming this is about who I think... Whatever you might have wanted to say to him, he probably already knew. He wasn't a total moron, much as we like to give him shit.

I can't believe he left on his own. Goddamn magic mirrors.

Let's go to one of those bonfires tonight.

[definingfuture]

Too obvious?
I just... I guess I always feel like I think of things I wanted to say when I run out of time. Bad habit. I don't know.

You know Steve. He always has something to face. You can yell at him for it the next time we see him.

...Bonfires? You mean the, er, the celebration ones?

[Smooth, Tony.]

[anotheroldsoldier]

We're Bonded, and I know you. It's obvious to me.

When we see him again, you can tell him everything you feel like you haven't said. Write em down.

I haven't heard about any other bonfires going on, so yeah. We could stand to get out.

[definingfuture]

I don't know if I'm ever going to get used to this Bond.

[Having Bucky know what he's feeling is still catching him off guard. The overthinker forever trips himself up.]

I... yeah. Yeah, let's go out.

[anotheroldsoldier]

Hurts like a bitch to have one severed, doesn't it? At least we'll still be safe from going batshit or exploding.

[He still feels Steve's absence, deep down, a persistent ache that he's trying to ignore. Everything else still kind of aches anyway so it's easy right now. If he ignores that he misses Steve, it'll go away, right?]

He'd give us shit if he saw us moping. We should try to have a little fun, you and me.

[definingfuture]

Speak for yourself. I could still explode.

[He's just pouting.]

Well, if you're asking me out, how can I say no?

[anotheroldsoldier]

You're not so magically potent that you need two Monster Bonds to keep you from blowing up. One'll do you.

You can't. I just figured I'd give you the option to be nice.

[definingfuture]

Did you just call me magically impotent? I thought we were friends!

Yes, sir? I'd salute, but, you know. Magic text.

[anotheroldsoldier]

You're neither potent nor impotent. You're just the right amount of magical for this bullshit world.

Smartass. You know I was never actually enlisted, right?

[definingfuture]

Just the right amount, huh?

You say that like I can't still find a way to dress you in uniform.

[anotheroldsoldier]

Just the right amount to manage. Least you've still got me.

Ha. I'd like to see you try. The eight legs are gonna make it hard to find pants that meet the uniform code.

[definingfuture]

I do. Thank you, by the way. I didn't say that.

Are you questioning my skill here? Because that hurts.

[anotheroldsoldier]

You don't have anything to thank me for.

In this particular case, yes, I think even your skill isn't enough. Dressing spiders isn't something even you have experience with.

[definingfuture]

I would be a jerk if I didn't thank you after all of this. There's been a lot.

I didn't have experience when I built the armor either. Trust me, it can't be that different. All it takes is practice. I have the time.

[anotheroldsoldier]

You're the one having to deal with a busted heap of spider. If anybody deserves a thanks, it's you, pal.

You sure you can't figure something else out to waste your time on? I'm still hoping this isn't permanent.

[definingfuture]

I'm dealing with a friend, Bucky. I'd never feel bad about that.

I can find other things to do. But you're you no matter what. You know that, right?