Barnes (howlikeawinter) wrote in ageofmarvels, @ 2016-03-18 12:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | miss america, winter soldier |
Thread: Put Up Your Dukes
Characters: Bucky and America
Location: Stark School -- Training Area
Timeline: March 18th, 2016 - late afternoon
Description: Two members of the Displaced in Time and/or Space Club hold a meeting. AKA train.
Rating: PG-13 (there may be some salty language)
“I assume,” Bucky called this over his shoulder as he headed towards the doors to the designated training area of the school. “That this is more of a lets punch things, kind of training. Not lets sneak around rooftops and line break into places we aren’t meat to be in, kind of training.” He could do both, and found both satisfying truth be told, but he had a feeling America was probably more in the mood for the former.
He keyed in his passcode, and the door to the training area swung open and he paused for a moment to let her go through first. Because – well just because old habits died hard sometimes. You let others through the door first, took your hat off when inside, for example. And then some world views matured, and grew more nuanced through time – there would have been a version of Bucky Barnes that would have been uncomfortable with the thought of throwing punches (with a metal arm no less) at a young woman. Not any more. No, training for the war had cleared up any notions that women couldn’t hold their own and America –
Well America could give back as good (probably better) then his metal arm could give.
She was also someone who might possess knowledge of some other Bucky Barnes who still felt that way. Maybe a Bucky who hadn’t gone to war, or had come home, or maybe one who lived in a world where the second world war never happened. Of course in all those cases, he figured that that Bucky Barnes had a very good chance of being dead, or at least not at the center of any action that the cross dimensional former Stark School student found herself at. Which was why he never asked. Mostly. He also didn’t want to know, he had enough what if’s to deal with, so he tried to focus on cleaning up his past, and not thinking too much about what might have happened.
“If you did want training more in the style of being sneaky, we can do that too.”
Really he hadn’t asked when he had gotten the email from her, he had, as he had mentioned just assumed.