[ If anyone asks, Bucky's not lurking. The Winter Soldier lurks - ghosts have reason to. Him? He's just hanging out. It's not a restless night, or one where he feels the old war in his bones like slow-acting poison, just one that's clear and folks should be out on a night like this. ]
[ He's humming when Dick finds him, setting up a small sniper's nest near the soup kitchen. ]
[ He bops his head while he's stealing inch by inch up towards the sound, resisting the mad urge to break into song. He holds his breath instead; waiting.
[ Pretty close as it turns out. Bucky pauses briefly, head cocked to the side listening for the soft footsteps and a heartbeat, but eventually decides not to call out into the darkness. Instead, the humming turns to soft singing, as he moves on, setting up a sturdy stand for the rifle. ]
[ It's when the head tilts that he knows he's been made. But that's a good thing for his purposes. He knows better than to surprise someone (friendly) with a weapon without telegraphing.
And without missing a beat he'll lunge for Bucky's neck, aiming for a full-on tackle. ]
[ Bucky's built like a mountain; one day (one day) he'll be big enough to bowl him over. His nose crinkles at the hand in his hair; a smile pretending to be a scowl. He doesn't move away just yet. ]
Now there's a good question. [ One to keep close to the vest until he's sure just where the cards are. He can't quite keep the grin off his face. ]
[ It's really all he'd wanted (hoped, mostly expected) to hear. He tucks it lovingly away again, still glowing a little. ]
Well, I wouldn't be a professional if I didn't cover my bases.
[ That someone thought enough of him is the real gift. That he hadn't known there was someone who would is a thought he can bury beneath the light, teasing tone. ]
Told ya y'were a smart kid. [ he bumps Dick's shoulder with his own, playfully ] I hope this don't mean a treasure hunt next time, I ain't too good at puzzles.
Nah. O’Toole’s is the malt shop. But we get the circus too. Couple times a year now. [ Less with Haly’s coming around less often. It’s an ache that should have faded by now more than it has.
And Bucky’s been away at war. Maybe away for years. ]
I haven't been in a while. [ He admits it, a little more subdued. ]
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[ He's humming when Dick finds him, setting up a small sniper's nest near the soup kitchen. ]
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Just how close can he get? ]
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And without missing a beat he'll lunge for Bucky's neck, aiming for a full-on tackle. ]
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[ He laughs as the small hurricane of red, green, and yellow connects, and ruffles Dick's hair fondly, grinning at him brightly. ]
Where'd you come from?
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Now there's a good question. [ One to keep close to the vest until he's sure just where the cards are. He can't quite keep the grin off his face. ]
I think you dropped something, pal.
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[ He sits shoulder to shoulder with Dick, the smile hasn't dimmed at all. ]
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But I thought you'd be up for a good mystery anyway.
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Yeah? Seems like there ain't one here.
[ Dick obviously likes it, which is all Bucky needs. ]
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Well, I wouldn't be a professional if I didn't cover my bases.
[ That someone thought enough of him is the real gift. That he hadn't known there was someone who would is a thought he can bury beneath the light, teasing tone. ]
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Told ya y'were a smart kid. [ he bumps Dick's shoulder with his own, playfully ] I hope this don't mean a treasure hunt next time, I ain't too good at puzzles.
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So. [ It's a question of great gravity. ] Somebody knows the Beatles.
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Somebody might.
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...Wish I had my walkman. We could've listened to the whole White Album.
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The White album huh? Guess I'm puttin' that on the list. What else have ya got for an old-timer?
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Jimi Hendrix. And the Clash are pretty good. But that's mostly the earlier stuff.
Oh, and you've gotta listen to the Rolling Stones. You can't really know the Beatles until you've heard the Stones. They're sorta arch-enemies.
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Boy, have I got my hands full.
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Must sound pretty crazy, huh?
Hearing about it all before you get there.
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[ He very nearly unconsciously mirrors Dick's body language, switches at the last minute to neutral. ]
Hear the food's better too.
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Well, it depends on where the food is. Gotham's usually pretty good. Nobody does ice cream like O'Toole's.
If you ever do get to visit [ Somehow across the inter-dimensional barrier ] that's gotta be number one.
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Yeah? Ice cream and the circus? Fella might get ideas as to your intentions, kid.
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Nah. O’Toole’s is the malt shop. But we get the circus too. Couple times a year now. [ Less with Haly’s coming around less often. It’s an ache that should have faded by now more than it has.
And Bucky’s been away at war. Maybe away for years. ]
I haven't been in a while. [ He admits it, a little more subdued. ]
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[ Soft, ] You miss it, huh?
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