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Tweak says, "whatever with a twist"

Bucky Barnes (assignment) wrote in somerealityrpg,
@ 2021-02-14 20:24:00

Entry tags:

active: bucky barnes, active: wanda maximoff

Who: Bucky Barnes & Wanda Maximoff
What: Talking
When: Mondayish
Where: The apartment
Warnings: Minimal; will update if necessary

All things considered, Bucky figured that the rebuilding process was going as well as it could have. There was still a lot to do, but most were pitching in where and how they could. He'd checked in at his own studio a couple of times, but so far hadn't made any additional updates after the first couple of days. Other areas needed the help more. He didn't stay in any one area but mostly helped where there was an obvious need or if someone asked for additional help. It kept him busy and kept his mind occupied and distracted from going places it probably shouldn't.

Nearly two weeks of operating on night hours, and Bucky had started readjusting to a normal, day schedule. It was only half working because he found himself wide awake early in the morning and unable to go to sleep. An hour of tossing and turning, and he finally decided to throw in the towel. Out of bed and dressed, he headed into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. It wouldn't do any good with getting some sleep, but that was a lost cause at this point anyway.

Once the coffee maker was loaded up and flipped on, he leaned against the counter watching as the dark drips of liquid fell into the glass pot. Slowly at first but then faster until a steady stream flowed. He was just about to reach up for a mug from one of the cabinets when he felt someone behind him. The room was only illuminated by the street lights from outside, but he could still see her standing in the kitchen doorway.

"I didn't wake you, did I?"

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controlmyown
2021-03-15 02:50 pm UTC (link)

Wanda sent him a smile at the question and nodded. "I did. It was good bread, if a little...misshapen, for the first loaf or two." But it was a treasured memory and she'd enjoyed teaching him the act. When Bucky agreed that it would be nice sometime, her smile grew a little and she continued to mix the muffins, then turned to a pan to line with cups so she could pour it in.

"Neither am I. I wish that we had more answers than questions, but that never seems to be the case," Wanda agreed quietly as the oven signaled that it was heated. "But at least for now those monsters are gone and the rebuilding has been going well."

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assignment
2021-03-16 04:37 am UTC (link)

"Misshapen I can handle," Bucky said. Dry, tasteless, or burned were the mistakes he would hope to avoid. If other him could make bread then so could he, right? Usually when he put his mind to something, it stuck, and he would complete the task. But somehow he wondered if baked goods might end up being his downfall.

"I'm not sure if we'll ever have that -- more answers than questions." Never in his life, all of his lives, had he had the fortunate circumstances of having too many answers. Some periods were more confusing than others, but that was a pretty big constant over the years. Taking a stab in the dark for the right outcome or only having the exact pieces of the puzzle he was meant to have, no questions asked.

As much as Bucky was very thankful that the monsters were gone, and he'd never wish them back again, a part of him had felt a natural release while he was out fighting. Pent up stress, tension, and other emotion that he could let out without worrying he was going to hurt someone because hurting was the point with the monsters. He could let loose without holding back.

"Everyone's doing what they can with rebuilding, and I think that's all we can really do right now. We'll get the city back the way it's meant to be one way or another."

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