Catch-All

[sidecars]

WHO: Bucky Barnes sidecars and friends!
WHERE: All over
WHEN: Anytime before the Coup
WHAT: M takes Bucky to a gay bar, Bucky fucks up his phone, Bucky buys a puppy?
WARNINGS: Excessive gay likely. Just mass amounts of it.

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( for M )

[sidecars]

[ Thirty minutes later, Bucky is dressed and putting his shoes on when M knocks at his door. ]

It's open!

[ Bucky did what he could with his limited wardrobe. He picked a light blue button down haphazardly buttoned with nice slacks and suspenders. He looks like someone from the forties would dress for a night on the down, basically. ]

[heliophilic]

[M was already letting himself in when Bucky calls out to him, but whatever. Details.]

I was about to ask if you were ready, but then I saw you just walked out of a time capsule... and that's not going to happen.

[sidecars]

Hey, you said suspenders were fine! Besides who cares? We're just going out to drink!

[ He gets up anyways and starts heading for his bedroom where is clothes are. ]

[heliophilic]

I care, because you're going to be seen with me.

[For M's part, he's wearing a black and white striped t-shirt under a grey blazer, with black jeans and dressy dark grey boots.

He pushes past Bucky to head for the kid's closet. Surely he had something presentable in there.]

[sidecars]

Wow. I see how it is—Hey!

[ Huffing, he crosses his arms over his chest and lets M have at his very limited wardrobe. He has jeans in the most common colors: blue, dark blue, and black. And a handful of randomly picked graphic tees that were on sale. The rest are light jackets, button-down shirts, and his olive drab servicemen uniform he sometimes wears at Swear-ins. his shoes are either dress shoes or converse. That's about it. ]

[heliophilic]

[M stares at the service uniform for a moment before ultimately deciding against it. No reason to give the kid too much attention at once. HE then turns his attention to the rest of the limited wardrobe, trying to figure out what combinations would work best. He eventually pulls out a pair of dark blue jeans, a white graphic tee with a minimal design, a dark grey button down shirt, and his most muted pair of converse.]

And you can keep the suspenders. Between the shirt and the button down. Button down stays open, roll your sleeves up to your elbows.

[sidecars]

[ There is a lot of directions being thrown his way. He starts unbuttoning before he has a terrible thought. ]

Do I need to do this in the bathroom? Will the sight of me leave you tempted, pal? I don't want to tease you with something you can't afford.

( for DICK )

[sidecars]

Awww boy, why did I think this was going to be easy?

[ It's hard to be heard over the cacophony of dogs that are barking and jumping for attention inside Heropa's Animal Shelter. He came with Dick to help him pick out the perfect dog for his own excessive energy and needy affection.

Bucky had already planned just what he wanted, how he would look. Now those plans have been tossed into the air, because they are all so cute! ]

[performance]

Have you considered adopting maybe twenty or so?

[ Dick's already sticking his fingers through the bars to be licked by a huge, enthusiastic shepherd mix. ]

Who's a good boy? Oh my god, I bet I could ride you! [ Yes, he's babytalking the dog that weighs nearly as much as him. ]

[sidecars]

It might be the only solution...

[ He watches Dick fawn over the big bruiser in the kannel. And while he seems like a perfectly sweet beast, Bucky is not going anywhere near a Shepherd. After you've seen evidence of what they can do to a helpless grown man, you get understandably wary around them. ]

Now there's a sight. C'mon, let's fine something less German—Aww! Look how ugly you are!

[ He squats down by a bulldog with its tongue flopping carelessly out of his mouth. ]

[performance]

[ Dick trots over to Bucky's side, crouching down next to him. ]

Awww, he's like ninety percent jowl!

[sidecars]

I think you're right. His friend, on the other hand, is all fuzz. How can he even see?

[ Bucky waves his hand in front of the mutt to test his theory. ]

[performance]

Imagine their puppies.

[ Dick holds his palm up against the kennel fencing to get sniffed by the bulldog, too. He's going to be licked by as many dogs as he can today! ]

[sidecars]

God! Like a fuzzy bulldozer!

[ Laughing at that mental image, he shifts his undrenched hand to the cage beside them where a rather pathetic and ragged terrier mix is whining for attention. ]

how 'bout you, girl? Where'd one of your ears go, sweetheart?

Gays'n Puppies

[sidecars]

[ Bucky can barely keep the puppy in his arms by the time Dick gets the door open. Its legs scrabble through the air as he's flown through the living room and onto the floor. ]

Ahhh puppy! Puppy in my house!

[performance]

[ Dick follows after the puppy as it gets to exploring, already completely smitten. ]

I hope you're prepared to basically raise a furry kid here.

[sidecars]

Totally! They're always cute and can't talk back, this is perfect—No! Don't get into that!

[ He easily directs the pup away from the television so he doesn't break anything. ]

Something tells me he'll become part of your extended family as well.

[performance]

What am I, the weird uncle?

[sidecars]

You said it, not me! [ Bucky sits down with his new boy and does his best to keep him penned in with his legs. It works when the puppy gets distracted by his face and attacks it with desperate licks. ] Ahhh I can't handle this much love!

yo

[dramaking]

[He's been forced to admit that going after Lachesis was a futile endeavor. He's steamed--he hates losing, and more than that he hates running away after like a frightened dog. But he's self-aware enough that he knows he needs to play this smart. He needs to stay alive to be of use to anyone, he tells himself.

Over and over. He still hates it.

His next destination, he decides, is the housing he's been assigned; it's well past nightfall by the time he arrives. He's there to investigate, though, not settle in, so he avoids going in the front entrance: he's too vulnerable that way.

Instead he aims to enter through the windows. Just to make sure, he tests them before he breaks one--he's really not expecting to find one unlocked, so when he actually does he almost slams it open and gives himself away immediately. A stupid amateur mistake.

When nothing seems to react after a minute or so, he goes ahead and slips in, as quietly as he can manage. Once he's inside he's dimly aware of someone sleeping in this room, but it doesn't matter; he doesn't plan to stay long. Without any further hesitation he heads for the doorway, as quietly as he can manage.]

ho

[sidecars]

[ There's no reaction because Bucky is painstakingly keeping it that way. He keeps his breaths long and deep like he's still sleeping, but the curse and blessing of a light sleeper with PTSD is that you don't stay asleep for long when shit does down.

The first thing that gives Bucky away is the sound of a hammer being pulled back. Sleeping with a pistol in arm's reach sounds paranoid until it actually comes in handy. And now all the strange looks he gets are totally validated! ]

Don't move an inch'r you're gonna lose your head. I'm a swell shot.

a pirate's life for me

[dramaking]

[He should have seen this coming. He's impressed that Bucky already has the gun leveled by the time Star gets his gauntlets unsheathed. It's almost enough to make him not even mind that he's at a disadvantage.

If he can get the drop on Shatterstar, then he must be a worthy opponent. Star keeps his swords pointed toward him, but he doesn't move any further. Then, after a moment, he grins.]

You have good instincts. I'm almost impressed.

[sidecars]

[ Bucky is VERY impressive tyvm. You don't stay alive for long as a normie among super humans unless you've got some skillz. ]

Ha ha ha, you're funny for a thief or a... Uh... Whatever you are—What the hell are you doing here breaking into my house?

[dramaking]

[Shatterstar keeps his face totally, totally straight.]

I'm not breaking in. I live here.

[sidecars]

[ He must still be a little sleepy because the words coming out of this stranger's mouth are baffling him. Sort of staring into some abyss behind the man, Bucky swears under his breath as he keeps the gun trained on him and turns on his bedside lamp.

The guy's a tall, redhead (of course he's a redhead. Damn him!) with a sword of all things. A sword! Who in the hell—Sure, Bucky's outdated, but at least he still used a gun in his day and age! A sword. Bless this asshole. ]

You still have your information they gave you? [ Everyone receives something like a dossier about themselves, their occupation, and housing situation when they arrive. ] Lemme see your housing number! Just.. uh toss it over.