The Beach | Sunday Morning

[shapethecentury]

It had been far too long since Bucky had last been on a beach. Far too damn long. So when the weather this morning seemed more than favorable to being outside, he packed his breakfast in a paper bag and took it with him outside, and all the way to the beach.

Present-day technology had been giving him a headache last night, but this? Sitting in the sand, watching the water, feeling the warmth of the sun on his skin? With a tasty paper-wrapped sandwich in his hand, he was right at home.

A little later, he thought he'd go wade in the water for a while. Maybe go for a swim. It was Sunday, and he was allowed a day off.

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[flickofthewrist]

"Hey, it's my boss who looks like me," Flick said since it was as good a greeting as any. "It's hot as shit outside today."

[shapethecentury]

"Hey, uh, employee who looks like me." Weird. So weird. Bucky still saluted him with his sandwich. "Seems like an ice cream for breakfast sort of day, don't it?"

[flickofthewrist]

"How unhealthy of you," Flick remarked, glancing out at the ocean. It looked cool, like a balm for the already too warm sun. "It'd probably melt all over you if you ate it out here. Sticky messy."

[shapethecentury]

"That what usually happens when you eat ice cream, kid?" Bucky had to wonder, amused. "Sure as hell hasn't happened to me."

[flickofthewrist]

"It has happened but I was like four when it did," Flick admitted, not ashamed of that. "And it's Flick, not kid. You might be old but I'm not a toddler."

[shapethecentury]

"Dunno, you look pretty young to me."

It was like looking into a mirror ten years ago.

[flickofthewrist]

"And you look like me save for a wrinkle or two," Flick reminded him, kicking some sand (though not at Bucky). "How old do you think I am?"

[shapethecentury]

Bucky shrugged a shoulder. "Eighteen, seventeen? And I don't have wrinkles, pal, so you can forget about that right now."

[flickofthewrist]

"Nearly twenty," Flick filled him in, shaking his head. "Close. But you saying that about the wrinkles means I can call you kid too, doesn't it? Since we look alike and all."

[shapethecentury]

"Nah." He shook his head and took another bite from his sandwich. "'Cause I'm still older than you, and not in school anymore. Sorry, kid, them's the breaks."

[flickofthewrist]

"I'm not in school anymore either," he pointed. "Shows what you know. Your background checks suck."

Did Bucky even know what that was?

[shapethecentury]

He could guess it from the context.

He cocked his head to the side and squinted against the sun. "Was I supposed to do that?"

[flickofthewrist]

"If this were anywhere else, I'd say yes but you hired a pony so I don't think they'd work even if you tried," Flick told him.

[shapethecentury]

Bucky huffed out an amused sound, clearly despite himself. "Hey, I hired her because I was scared to try and refuse her. And I'm man enough to admit that."

[flickofthewrist]

"You were scared of the pony?" he repeated, making a face. "Really? I think the worst she can do is hug you."

[shapethecentury]

"She's a pink pony who talks," Bucky pointed out, in case that had somehow escaped Flick's notica. "And she was the second person I met on this damn island. Don't tell me that wouldn't have gotten you all balled up."

[flickofthewrist]

"Hey, I'm not saying it's not weird," Flick told him, shaking his head. "I just can't find it in me to be scared. She's pretty...non threatening."

[shapethecentury]

"Didn't say I felt threatened."

Just scared for his sanity.

[flickofthewrist]

"But you were scared. Same thing." He shrugged. "Don't worry, I don't think any less of you."

[shapethecentury]

"You better not, I have the power to kick you out on your ass."

He didn't sound very serious. Hard to be serious when you were finishing your breakfast in the great outdoors.

[flickofthewrist]

"You do that, I'll have my girlfriend come yell at you." And he'd watch because what fun that would be to see.

[shapethecentury]

Bucky snorted. "Wouldn't be the first time a dame has yelled at me."

The concept didn't exactly terrify him.

[flickofthewrist]

"Dame?" Flick couldn't help but laugh. "Wow, you are so old fashioned. It's adorable. Bet that's a hit with ladies around here."

[shapethecentury]

"Hey, I'm modern," Bucky objected. "I'm... contemporary. But unless the island is a whole big joke someone's playing on me, I'm also about eighty years in the future."

[flickofthewrist]

"Eighty years?" Flick's eyes widened. "Wow. How's the future treating you so far?"

[shapethecentury]

He shrugged. It wasn't that it wasn't a good question. It was just hard to answer.

"It's different."

That was the best he had.

[flickofthewrist]

"I bet." Flick nodded once. "But, that does give me hope that I'll retain my good looks even when I'm old."

He knew that wasn't how it worked, that Bucky hadn't really aged but whatever. He cared not.

[shapethecentury]

"I'm not really 98 years old."

He felt the need to clear that up.

[flickofthewrist]

"I know that," Flick said dryly, adding an eyeroll in there for emphasis. "I'm not a dumbass. It was a joke. Don't get your old man underwear in a wad."

[shapethecentury]

"Hey, you act like a kid, you're gonna get treated like one," Bucky retorted with a snort. "So cut it out if you wanna shake the nickname."

[flickofthewrist]

"You sound like such a dad right now," Flick joked, snickering. "Also, you can't tell me what to do. I'm not on the clock for you right now."

Pause.

"Dad."

[shapethecentury]

Bucky looked scandalized. Although not in a very convincing way.

"That's a step too far, pal."

[flickofthewrist]

"You gonna ground me or something?" he asked, amused. "Send me to my room with no dinner?"

[shapethecentury]

"That's exactly right," Bucky told him, waving him off with a hand. "No dessert, dinner, nothing. Just a nice long nap for you, kid."

[flickofthewrist]

"Sorry to disappoint you, Dad," Flick joked, already walking away. "I'll do better tomorrow."

And then he wave Bucky a wave before heading back towards his stupid yurt.