WHO Bucky Barnes & David Washington WHAT Meeting WHEN Tuesday afternoon WHERE The Freelancer House WARNINGS TBD, probably talk of PTSD and such STATUS Closed | Incomplete
There was only so much food that their house could eat, especially now that Kara wasn't eating dinner with them anymore. He'd made a ton of food for her and the girls, but it had gone without comment and he took it as a sign that maybe he'd overstepped. That sent him into a bit of a cooking frenzy to the point where even Steve was getting fed up with how full the fridge, freezer and pantry were. He'd said there was a house that could use some of the extra food, so Bucky bundled up a big basket of a bit of everything and made his way over there.
As he walked, he tried to recall what he'd done to the garden when he'd worked on it earlier that morning. He could have sworn he knew what he did the past week or so since coming back from the cruise, but things appeared to be moving around since he'd found himself looking for one thing only to find another thing entirely. It wasn't easy for him to deal with on top of everything else because the fear of losing his mind was a very real thing. He had it down though, what he'd planted and where, what the current layout of his garden was.
He felt reasonably confident as he walked up to the house and took in the signs of a secured home. They were military of some kind, so he felt himself a little on edge as he walked up the steps and rang the doorbell. If they weren't expecting him, it could cause a more aggressive reaction and he didn't want to be the cause of that for anyone.