James Buchanan Barnes (ex_wintersol227) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2015-02-03 23:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | alan scott / green lantern, bucky barnes / winter soldier (mcu) |
WHO: Bucky Barnes and Alan Scott
WHAT: A welcome drink
WHERE: The Rabbit Hole
WHEN: Just after Alan's arrival
RATING: TBD?
Bucky definitely had a type... at least as far as men were concerned. He was pretty sure his taste in women varied. Alan wasn't Steve and that was okay because this wasn't a date or even anything resembling a precursor to a date. This was two guys meeting for the first time and one offering the other a beer. If he could harmlessly flirt with the other man he would. If he couldn't then there was no harm in it. Maybe he'd make a new friend. Maybe he wouldn't. Either way it got him out of the house and away from everything. He still didn't understand why the Patriots were a bad team. Why he couldn't cheer them on. Sure, Clint was known to make occasionally poor decisions but this was a football team. How bad could the Patriots be? And if they really weren't rooting for the Seahawks then what was the harm in rooting for the Patriots? He didn't get it and he assumed it had something to do with the time he'd spent playing the mindless Russian assassin (even if he really wasn't Russian). Things had changed. Sports had changed. He was still more than a little upset that the Dodgers were moved out of Brooklyn and to LA... though he couldn't quite remember why that was upsetting. It had something to do with his own past but so much of that was still fragmented and broken. When Steve went quiet on him he kind of stopped trying. Clint, Grant, and his other friends all knew the person he was now. There really wasn't a point in trying to remember what he was supposed to be like. Slipping inside, Bucky made his way up to the bar and took a seat. The Rabbit Hole seemed to cater to a different crowd than the Hanged Man. The patrons were a little rougher around the edges. None of them were pirates. He felt a little more at home here or a little more like he could just fade into the background and not be seen. That was a nice feeling. It was a safe feeling. With the snow and the cold it was the best feeling. He hadn't been able to completely shake off over 70 years of conditioning. The cold still lulled into this desire to sleep. To let go and comply with whatever came next because, when he woke, everything would be different. He didn't fight the cold and it wasn't until he started living with Clint that he dressed to keep himself warm. Concepts like frostbite and hypothermia didn't really register with Bucky completely. Keeping himself safe and out of harm or uninjured was a relatively new concept. He wasn't looking to disappear, however, and he'd gone out and braved the cold in spite of the fact that it made his head a little foggy. Now that he was in the bar he was focused again. He was reminding himself how to interact with new people. People who weren't his usual friends, who might ask about the arm or about him. He was still terrible in social situations but, if he put effort into it, he could be the person one of the Steves had told him about. He could almost be charismatic and kind of charming. Then again, the guy he was meeting seemed upset. Maybe he wouldn't be interested in talking and they could sit together in silence and drink. |