Who: Bucky Barnes jbuchananbarnes & Steve Rogers nocursing What: Fancy Seeing You Here Where: Forest Outside Main Arrival Area When: Monday, August 8, evening Rating/Warnings: Parental Guidance Suggested (Discussion of adult topics such as murder, death, and Big Bads.) Status: Closed/In-Progress
Death was an inevitability for everyone. Soldiers especially understood the certainty of death. Bucky Barnes had been ready to die since he was old enough to be considered an adult. He'd worked the docks with men three times his age; Bucky had never let up even when his hands went numb, his face was frozen, and his body hurt in ways he couldn't explain in words. War had been a welcome relief from his obligations at home.
He'd known he would die in the war.
Bucky hadn't known a man could survive death.
"Fancy seeing you here."
Steve Rogers had a presence unmistakable as anyone else. Bucky could explain knowing Steve in ways people could understand -they'd been friends since childhood, brothers-in-arms in the war effort, fought side-by-side for all the major battles of their lives- but he couldn't claim the only way he knew Steve was in ways other people could understand. He kept quiet about Steve for the most part. It was safer that way.
Steve was a hero; Bucky was a ghost who shouldn't exist.
"Are you as confused by this place as me?"
Bucky never had the answers whereas Steve always seemed to have them. He didn't think Steve could explain how he'd literally felt himself fade into ash, but who knew? They could have had the same weird dream. It was possible that was all the thing with Thanos had been: a weird dream. Who would believe a space alien would be able to destroy a whole world? Who believed in space aliens at all?
They were two kids from Brooklyn in over their heads. What did they know about dinosaurs or aliens or world-killers?