fandomtownies | The Park | Monday

So this was Fandom.

Bucky had arrived in the morning. Just strolled on over the causeway like a random tourist, backpack casually slung over his shoulder, baseball cap on his head. Wearing gloves to go with the long sleeves of his jacket, because a lot of things said 'harmless visitor' but a shiny metal hand was not one of them.

He'd about walked around the island, now. He was eventually going to circle back to Wonka's, but he knew better than to just head there right off the bat, on the off chance that anyone was in any way keeping tabs on him. It didn't seem like he'd picked up any tails on the trek from his last location to here, but he didn't think it hurt, in his situation, to be a little paranoid. And, anyway, it was one of the few things he knew how to be. As it happened.

The streets were giving him a weird feeling, sort of like the memory of a dream trying to bubble back up but not finding the strength necessary to actually do that. He thought going to the candy store would probably, possibly jiggle something loose, but s far, nothing was really coming back to him.

Until he got to the park.

And the pond.

And stopped in his tracks to stare at the flamingos.

(ooc: open! whether you need the park or want to bother the Bucky)

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

The weekend was over and Steve still wasn't normal again. Which meant Tony had to go looking for his big, dumb, movie star boyfriend before something bad happened.

"You okay there, buddy?"

Nothing bad happening here, right?

The sight of the flamingos had given Bucky the oddest sensation like there should've been a paper bag in his hand. That voice... somehow didn't make the feeling abate much.

The way he turned his head to look at the man was a little sharper than it should've been. Sloppy, Bucky, get it together.

His voice was mild. "I'm fine," he said. Then looked away again, at the birds. "Sir."

He was not, but he looked it? Now.

Tony blinked maybe a few too many times, drawing up short. "Um."

UM.

"So, have we met before?"

This weekend made it really hard to know for sure.

Bucky's brain was a mess. The brief glance at the man had brought up a lot that didn't seem to make any sense. Especially because he knew who this was.

It was hard not to know who Tony Stark was.

This time, his glance was a little more controlled and smooth, like he was just verifying that this was a random stranger. "No, don't think so," he said.

Hey! But okay, that was fair.

"Alright," Tony said slowly. Because he was going to be so annoyed if someone out there turned into Barnes this weekend. "I'm Tony. Not really a fan of the 'sir' thing.

"Sorry." He was really mild about it, though. And he shrugged. "Name's Matt, I'm just passing through."

He'd been the fist of HYDRA, not the 'extremely skilled undercover of operative' of HYDRA. But you didn't have the half-century Bucky had had and not pick up being able to lie convincingly.

"For the weekend?" Tony asked.

"Well, slightly extended."

No point in being honest about when he'd gotten here, either. Not to an Avenger, of all people.

He nodded at the pond. "Nice town you got here."

Hey, he wasnt like the other Avengers. He was a cool Avenger!

"Wow, you really are new."

BECAUSE THERE WAS A WIZARD SOMEWHERE IN THE PARK, SAWING A CONFUSED FLAMINGO IN HALF WHILE JAUNTY THEME MUSIC PLAYED.

Bucky raised his eyebrows, just a little. "There something I should know?"

Like, say, something about why an Avenger would be here? Also, Bucky was managing to act mighty casual for someone whose brain was now bombarding him with fragments that seemed to be both from this decade (which couldn't possibly make sense) as well as the forties.

And it wasn't Tony Stark, in the latter. It was Howard.

He could feel adrenaline coursing through him.

Awkward.

"This place can be... unusual?" And this was from a Tony who was closer to the comics.

"Yeah?" Bucky asked, holding on to his casual tone for dear life. "Unusual like how?"

And could it possibly have anything to do with how unsettled he was feeling.

"Well, right now I'm trying to find my... friend. Who currently thinks he's a very dim movie star."

Because his life.

It was probably in everyone's best interest that Bucky was not going to be making the connection, later today.

"Well," he replied, slowly, "good luck with that."

"Fingers crossed," he replied with a sigh.

It was a great birthday gift. It really was.

The Park | Monday | Noon-ish

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject