Re: Abby & Bucky
The man in question was just coming up around the way, returning with four buckets of water, all filled to the top but barely spilling despite the way it looked like he was carrying them a bit precariously. Carrying heavy loads was definitely one of the things that he could do without trouble thanks to the super-soldier serum and here, he was more than happy to make himself useful because of it. More so because Bucky was happy to putter with things involving finer detail (that gosh darned chicken coop, for instance), and Steve himself had a smaller amount of patience for things like that. He took a moment to be thankful that this place didn’t feature any sort of IKEA store - furniture with devilishly confusing instructions, no matter how useful something like that would actually be.
He grinned and tilted his head up in greeting. “Hey, Bucky,” he said, his smile going sheepish. “Sorry I took so long - I got a bit distracted. There were colorful fish.” He was learning, a bit, to stop and enjoy the more beautiful things in life here. And while he wasn’t particularly social, he was definitely able to find all the things he liked in nature. He paused to set the buckets down and then glanced up again to offer a more proper smile, since apparently they had company. “You must be Abby,” he said to the woman in question. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”