otherbuck (otherbuck) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2022-02-24 18:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | alexander hamilton, bucky barnes (au), ~bucky barnes |
Who: OtherBucky and Hamilton
What: Drinks
Where: StationBucky's Cafe
When: After this
Status: Ongoing/Closed unless previously discussed
Bucky left early, slipping from the apartment he'd moved into once he'd decided he'd overstayed his welcome in Bryn's. He'd found an open one somewhat close to her and Astrid but isolated enough that he didn't feel he was encroaching on other people's space. He still had a tendency to stick to the walls as he walked through the hall and into the food court. The jeans he wore were threadbare, torn in places but comfortable and tucked into his boots to protect from the cold. The shirt on the other hand was finely made, Asgardian cloth very meticulously sewn in an old-world way and fitted to him, tied only loosely at his neck. He wore a jacket over top that was somewhere between, not something that came with him but only found in a shop. The jacket sleeve was tucked into his armpit but if he were to take it off, the shirt underneath would be sewn closed just under the stump of his arm, rather than having to hang loose or be folded away.
His other self was there when he got to the cafe, mostly cleaning up from the day but still making drinks too. He didn't order for Hamilton, not sure what he'd want nor wanting it to get cold, but got his own drink. He wouldn't say he and his other self were friends, it was still a little too weird for both of them, but there wasn't the animosity he had expected when this station's Bucky had come back. Maybe he was just too otherwise occupied to be mad about it, maybe he understood in a way he hadn't expected. Bucky wasn't going to tempt fate by asking.
He held his cup in his hand and then asked for one of the bottles he knew was kept in one of the high cabinets and left that on the counter next to him while he waited. The cafe was comfortable, warm wood tones and soft lights, the scent of fresh bread and coffee in the air. Bucky much preferred it to the metal and glare in most of the rest of the station, but he would move if the new man preferred to go somewhere else.