The Perk, Wednesday Morning

[shapethecentury]

You know what went great with this whole 'trying to act like a normal human, trying to rejoin society' thing Bucky was trying out? Getting coffee somewhere other than the kitchen at the apartment.

So he was trying that out today.

Of course, by the time he actually made it to a table by one of the windows, he was already feeling kind of socialed out. The barista manning the counter had been far too into giving him a thorough answer to his innocent, idle question about what the differences between all the different kinds of coffee were.

Plus side? Guess he was now more knowledgeable about 2020s coffee culture than he had been fifteen minutes ago.

[ooc: Open!]

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[knightinshinarmor]

Is this a Marvel party? It's a Marvel party!

Remy came in, ordered his usual, and offered Bucky a familiar nod as he waited for it. He didn't know the man personally -- this version or the one from his universe -- but he recognized him enough from the Avengers to know that he probably came from somewhere that more resembled Remy's own world than didn't.

So, you know. Familiar nod. Do with that what you will, Bucky.

[shapethecentury]

Bucky would rather not do anything with it, if he was entirely honest, since the whole 'people greeting him like they knew him' thing kind of made him feel all kinds of wary, but...

He nodded back. With obviously much less familiarity.

[knightinshinarmor]

Ah. Yeah, that made sense. He was probably from one of those weird, no-mutants worlds.

"Sorry," he offered. "You look like someone who runs in the same circles I do back home."

[shapethecentury]

"Guy have a metal arm, by any chance?" Bucky asked, sounding mostly resigned.

His own left arm was currently entirely MIA, of course.

[knightinshinarmor]

Remy had to think for a second, then nodded. "I think so?"

He was far from the only one in Remy's world with that particular quirk.

[shapethecentury]

"Then it's probably me," Bucky replied, on something like a sigh.

He eyed the guy for a second, but just like with Yelena, there was nothing. Not even a distant bell, somewhere.

"I don't know who you are. Sorry."

[knightinshinarmor]

"Naturellement," Remy muttered. (He took that not being known by folks he could recognize a lot harder now that he knew he'd been pruned from some universes.) "None of you Avengers on the island do. Well, 'cept Stark, maybe. The rich one, not the one with the mask."

You know, in case Bucky was wondering.

Remy's coffee was ready and he accepted it, then nodded to a chair near Bucky. "You mind?"

[shapethecentury]

The rest of that could all wait. There was this thing:

"I'm not an Avenger," Bucky said. He had to make that clear. Mild but definite. "Not on the island, and not back... where I came from."

(What was home, anyway?)

[knightinshinarmor]

Remy blinked once.

"'Kay. Neither am I."

Honestly, he could get behind someone having that kneejerk reaction to being called one. Stupid fancy well-respected superhero team.

[shapethecentury]

Bucky gave him a small nod for it.

And then, after a beat (after thinking about it), another towards the chair Remy had indicated before.

[knightinshinarmor]

Remy took the chair, lounging back and sipping his coffee. "Remy LeBeau," he offered.

[shapethecentury]

"Bucky," Bucky replied. Yes, even though it had already been established as likely obvious. He was giving this humaning a shot.

He sipped his coffee, and gave it another one. "So... What are you instead of an Avenger?"

Something wry in his tone, maybe. Or at least an attempt.

[knightinshinarmor]

"Currently . . . I work at the junk shop in town."

Sort of. Sometimes.

"But before I got here, I was usually found on one of the X-teams. Which . . . I guess might not exist where you're from."

[shapethecentury]

"Might just not know about 'em," Bucky had to point out. He was not guessing correctly as to what the 'X-teams' might be like in terms of operation. "But that does seem more likely. If they're not covert."

[knightinshinarmor]

"Cyclops likes to wear bright blue and yellow," Remy said dryly. "They're not subtle."