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Filtered to James Rogers:

Have you got a minute Son, I've got a question for you and possibly a favor?

Filtered to Bucky Barnes, Jessica Drew, Bruce Banner, Logan, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, and Peter Parker, (All 616):

So. If I asked all of you to wear nice suits for a day and maybe make sure nothing went wrong, what would you all say?

Bucky, Clint, Logan, Peter, (616)::

This especially applies to you four.

Well this is definitely not where I thought I'd end up when I woke up this morning.

If anyone wants to tell me this has all been a very elaborate joke then I'm ready for the reveal. Or if someone wants to tell me I'm actually insane and this fairy tale town is all in my head then go ahead. Right now I don't think I'd argue with you.

If there's anyone here who knows me then feel free to yell at me or come find me and help me understand what's going on and by that I do mean find a bar and drink it dry.

The next person who refers to me as 'Bucky Barnes's sidekick' will be side kicked in the nuts.

Okay I've been here almost a whole day and I still don't believe it but that doesn't seem to stop it being true. So I turned on the phone. If anything happens because it turned on, sorry, but everyone else had one on and everyone who saw me looking confused kept telling me to put it on.

[ Bucky Barnes (616 ]

You got a minute Buck?

Steve's here. I know I said I was going to tell Logan or everyone everything but I think we should just put the kibosh on operation 'Tell them everything'.

Now this one I did not see coming....

Getting that out of the way, I would like to take a moment to make a formal declaration of thanks to the Storybrooke welcoming committee for helping prevent what could have been a very confusing time, and for providing me with this nice way to get in contact with the general population. I understand that this transplanting process is pretty common here and I have to say I am impressed with the way it's being handled. Having done this on more than one occasion myself, I can tell you it almost never goes this smoothly.

For those of who aren't familiar with me, my name is Steven Grant Rogers, Captain. There's a pretty good chance you might know me more by the work suit than the street clothes, and I apologize for the lack of the latter. I promise it's something I'll fix, since walking around as Captain America doesn't seem like the most comfortable thing in the world. I understand it there's a youth center here as well and a gym? I'd assume that, besides Granny's, this is likely where you can find me easily from time to time.

To those of you who do know me?

Sorry I'm late. You know how us old men can be.

( AoU Spoilers behind the cut. Proceed at your own risk! )

So. I figured after that terrible movie that I owed you a massive apology. Since the pig hasn't magically appeared yet and is probably eating our ship I decided to go with the next best thing.

I totally meant to get something fierce but then this happened:

( I've been calling him Cap... )

And I'm sorry I dragged off to see that movie, Daisy.

Well that was...different.

I think I'm beginning to like how quiet this town is at night. And surprisingly bright with the stars

If I am dead, I am haunting Bucky Barnes for the rest of his life.

I mean, seriously, fairy tales? Where am I really?

First thing's first. Is there a Daisy here? If not... she was probably caught in an explosion and that's my fault. I should've taken the shot.

Hi. I'm Bucky Barnes and, yes, I'm actually alive. I think most of you know that.

I've been told, by a nun, there's another Bucky here so we'll probably fight for the name.

So, anyone want to spar? Shooting's all well and good, but (gasp! yes, Katie-Kate, I'm still me), but I could use a good workout.

Jess, you're not allowed. Whenever we spar, we just end up making out and nothing gets done. And now our son is traumatized

Volunteers? Anyone? I'm bored.

(OOC: Backdated a few hours.)