Bucky Barnes (assignment) wrote in somerealityrpg, @ 2021-02-13 17:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | active: bucky barnes, active: steve rogers |
Who: Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers
What: Talking about ~things
When: A couple days post-monsters
Where: Their apartment to start
Warnings: Not likely; will update if necessary
After a long day working at the gym to make the place presentable again, Bucky headed back home for the evening. He'd boarded up windows and replaced the front doors. Some of the equipment had been damaged, but most of it had been strewn all over or outside on the street. Collecting it all took some time, and he made notes of what would need to be tossed or replaced. There was a gaping hole in the middle of the climbing wall, but that wasn't high on his to-do list for now.
He still had plenty of work to do before opening, but he wasn't worried about that when the rest of the city was still in shambles. On the way home to the villas, he assisted in a couple of clean up efforts where he could. Now that the studio was more or less in as good of shape as it could be for the time being, he planned to help out elsewhere in locations that needed the most help. If someone wanted to have a session to help with their own confidence for defending themselves, he'd make time, but it would still be a while before he opened back up for regular classes.
Finally arriving back home, he took a long shower to wash the grit and stress off from the day. Well, long for Bucky's standards but probably still faster than most. Once out and dressed, he planned to find something to eat before going back out again. While it was no secret that Bucky enjoyed the quiet and moments of solitude, he'd especially sought after it today and was a big reason why he'd spent more time at the defense school. His conversation with James the night before hadn't sent him reeling exactly, but it still had brought up memories he'd rather not confront again. It bothered Bucky how much James didn't seem to understand the underlying reason why Bucky of all people wouldn't want to pass on the serum to anyone, especially Steve's own son.
He was shrugging on a t-shirt when he walked into the kitchen and saw Steve in the living area. "Hey," said Bucky, giving him a nod. "You coming or going? I was about to make a sandwich and head back out to see who may need some help."