Who: Jemma Simmons and Bucky Barnes What: Polite snooping When: Thursday morning Where: The Barnes' home Warnings: TBD Status: Closed/On-going
Jemma was on a mission. One she really ought not to be on. After talking to Sue for a good while, mostly about their brother and his terrible choices, and the much better choice he’d made in trying to make a male friend for a change, she’d decided she just had to know for herself. She’d clambored back up into the cart early the very next morning and headed out to the Barnes’ farm. She needed to see for herself the sort of man her brother had spoken so highly of when she’d seen him.
She’d seen him of course, around town now and then on errands, but they’d never officially met.
Rolling up toward the house, the cart clattering unmistakably, she looked around. It was quaint enough, as nice as her childhood home, and the land looked well tended. That was something. “Hello?” she called out, stopping the horse and carefully standing, one hand on her very pregnant belly. “Mr Barnes?”