[So far, sudden text's are all a mixed bag. Either he's dealing with Ward telling him something he doesn't want to know, or he has to come chop up a dead chicken...]
All right. I could meet you somewhere. Have you someplace in mind?
[And he would be too. He knows his way there by now, and how to get there safely enough, so he will go, and scope out the soup kitchen first, to see where the other is and if he is in trouble...]
[He was lurking around the soup kitchen when Coulson got there, trying not to draw attention to himself. Which was hard when you had a shiny metal arm. You know what was also hard? Figuring out if you're in trouble with the Winter Soldier.
When he caught sight of Coulson, he gestured for him to follow him, and headed somewhere quieter, namely an alley.]
[It really is hard to tell, but he had faith. Or, he felt he had faith, that the other wouldn't just out right kill him. So... sure, he followed, only to pause for a moment at the entrance of the alley way.]
[Yeah, because THIS was a good idea. He sighed and stepped into it with the other, head tilted]
[People were doing it again. Acting like they were scared of him, not wanting to get too close. Was he really that frightening? Had he done something to make people be so wary? Or was it just because they all knew who he was?]
[Honestly, he'd be this way with anyone but Skye and Fitz right now. But yes, you get a sudden text to meet and then walked down an alley way? It's kind of concerning. At least he doesn't LOOK worried. Other then the pause to the alley way that is...]
Secrets tend to make the world go round. [he said lightly, his good hand resting casually in his pants pocket, the other arm in a home made sling still. His brow raised though.] There is something you want to know?
[Secrets were most of what he'd ever known. He was tired of them. But he still hesitated for a moment, licking his lips. Where did he even start with this? And he would he get answers? This man knew about Steve, but did he know other things, too?]
Barnes. Grant called me Barnes. The man on the bridge-Steve-he called me Bucky.
[It felt like he was letting out a secret, like it was out now and it would be taken from him. It scared him.]
[There was a moment where Phil had said, out loud, that he was tired of the secrets. He really was tired of them. He knows they are important, but he is tired of having them]
[The question brought his brow to raise. He paced a bit, watching the man. Hmm.]
Are you sure you want to know? [he said carefully, not to hold it over him, but to make sure he had an out if he wanted it.] Because I am more then willing to let you know, if that is what you want.
[Nobody had ever told him anything, and he wasn't sure they would have approved of him being there right now. They might be angry. Or scared. He didn't have any orders against seeking answers, so he technically wasn't doing anything wrong. Was he?
He was just tied of the secrets, of knowing that people were holding back and looked panicked at the idea of him finding out more. He wanted it to stop.]
[This wasn't a bad thing, at least Phil didn't think so. If he was seeking out his own information, perhaps he was growing in humanity again s well.]
[He gave the man as smile though, as he said he was sure. With a nod, he spoke, with no preamble.]
Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, also known as Bucky to his friends. You were a member of an elite special unit of allied soldiers known as the Howling Commandos. [a pause for a moment, before giving a soft smile and glance to the man] You were a big thing.
[Sergeant Barnes. He'd heard that before, he knew he had. It was hard to think of why, but something told him it had something to do with Zola. He averted his gaze, looking off to the side.
[He'd made a mistake doing this outside. He desperately needed to sit down, and there was no place except for the ground. For the moment, he settled for leaning against the wall.
He'd had a friend. A best friend. What even was that? He was still struggling to grasp the concept of normal friends and caring. He didn't even know what the hell love was.
[He almost offers a hand out to touch the mans shoulder, as if to steady him, as if he were waiting for a blow, but he drew back, keeping an eye on him instead as he leaned on a wall. Phil pocketed his hand again, moving to take a space on the wall beside him.]
It's... been some time. How much do you know about the second world war?
[Touching him would have resulted in pain right now anyway. He still jerked away a little, instinctively, putting more distance between himself and Coulson.]
Zola. The rise of Hydra.
[He knew a little of Hydra's history, even if he didn't particularly care about it. That wasn't when this had started, was it?]
That's part of it. [he said, leaning on the wall but yes, letting the man keep his distance. He stayed watchful, wondering how much would be too much for him to take at the moment.]
Do you... remember much? About how HYDRA found you? I know it might not seem important, but remembering anything of before HYDRA is actually very important.
[It was hard to even begin accepting that he had a life before Hydra, let alone remember any of it. He shook his head.]
I fell. There was snow.
[He'd fallen and he didn't think he should have survived. His arm had been torn off, they'd strapped him down, cut off the rest of it while he was still awake-
He gasped in a shaky breath, sliding down in a heap on the ground. Zola had been there. After? Before? He wasn't sure.]
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At skye and the others house, where we talked. Is something wrong?
<theasset>
No. I want to talk. But not there.
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All right. I could meet you somewhere. Have you someplace in mind?
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Do you know where the soup kitchen is?
[Not that he wanted to stand around and talk there, but it made a good reference point for meeting.]
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The one in Bavan? I believe I've been by it. You want to meet there?
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Yes. Since we both know where it is, it makes a good meeting point.
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When would you like to meet?
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[And he would be too. He knows his way there by now, and how to get there safely enough, so he will go, and scope out the soup kitchen first, to see where the other is and if he is in trouble...]
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[He was lurking around the soup kitchen when Coulson got there, trying not to draw attention to himself. Which was hard when you had a shiny metal arm. You know what was also hard? Figuring out if you're in trouble with the Winter Soldier.
When he caught sight of Coulson, he gestured for him to follow him, and headed somewhere quieter, namely an alley.]
[action!]
[Yeah, because THIS was a good idea. He sighed and stepped into it with the other, head tilted]
RS. Good to see you again. Is everything alright?
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Yes. No. Maybe. Everyone's keeping secrets.
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Secrets tend to make the world go round. [he said lightly, his good hand resting casually in his pants pocket, the other arm in a home made sling still. His brow raised though.] There is something you want to know?
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Barnes. Grant called me Barnes. The man on the bridge-Steve-he called me Bucky.
[It felt like he was letting out a secret, like it was out now and it would be taken from him. It scared him.]
Is that who I am?
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[The question brought his brow to raise. He paced a bit, watching the man. Hmm.]
Are you sure you want to know? [he said carefully, not to hold it over him, but to make sure he had an out if he wanted it.] Because I am more then willing to let you know, if that is what you want.
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He was just tied of the secrets, of knowing that people were holding back and looked panicked at the idea of him finding out more. He wanted it to stop.]
Yes. I'm sure.
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[He gave the man as smile though, as he said he was sure. With a nod, he spoke, with no preamble.]
Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, also known as Bucky to his friends. You were a member of an elite special unit of allied soldiers known as the Howling Commandos. [a pause for a moment, before giving a soft smile and glance to the man] You were a big thing.
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A big thing.]
Steve was my friend?
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If history is to be believed, he was your best friend. A childhood friend.
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He'd had a friend. A best friend. What even was that? He was still struggling to grasp the concept of normal friends and caring. He didn't even know what the hell love was.
Childhood?]
How long ago?
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It's... been some time. How much do you know about the second world war?
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Zola. The rise of Hydra.
[He knew a little of Hydra's history, even if he didn't particularly care about it. That wasn't when this had started, was it?]
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Do you... remember much? About how HYDRA found you? I know it might not seem important, but remembering anything of before HYDRA is actually very important.
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I fell. There was snow.
[He'd fallen and he didn't think he should have survived. His arm had been torn off, they'd strapped him down, cut off the rest of it while he was still awake-
He gasped in a shaky breath, sliding down in a heap on the ground. Zola had been there. After? Before? He wasn't sure.]
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