Hey, if Tony Stark invites you out for drinks and decides to play wingman for you for the evening, it's kind of difficult to say no.
[Though to be honest Sam had just tagged along for the drinks. Tony playing wingman and trying to hook hit up with some girls who'd shown interest hadn't exactly been part of the plan.]
Wish I knew better then, but at least I got rescued when I needed it.
[And he flashes Bucky a bright grin, bumping shoulders with him as they walk along.]
[ he knows there's been invitations for himself, for whatever celebrations or parties or general shindigs at the Stark place. Bucky's been to all of one and decided he wasn't quite ready for that yet. ]
Guess you can't argue with that logic.
[ clearly the best response to a shoulder bump is to bump back, grinning a fair bit in return. it's contagious. ]
Aren't you lucky I picked today to get arrested? Had it all planned out that way, you know.
[Sam usually stays away from Tony's parties, preferring quieter get-togethers with friends, but sometimes the flash and glitter can be a good motivation to accept an invite once in a while. (It helps that Tony bribes him with advances to his wingpack.)
He laughs when Bucky returns the gesture, slinging an arm around his shoulder for a kind of open armed hug as they walk.]
All those plans within plans. How is someone like me supposed to keep up, huh?
[ yeah, flash and glitter definitely isn't for him. the occasional movie night on the floor in front of the couches, though, that he can do. with the right company.
Sam makes it easier on him, at least. he doesn't ask prying questions, he jokes around with him and makes him laugh, he-- bails him out of jail. it sure makes Bucky wonder what he did to end up with a good friend like him. ]
You'll have to try somehow. [ he finds himself stepping a bit closer, so Sam doesn't have to stretch his arm too far. ] Otherwise, get used to bein' left in the dust.
[He huffs at that, and pretends to stick his nose up in the air (somehow, he manages to not bump into anything, though that may have something to do with Bucky steering them).]
Oh, is that how it's gonna be? That's just cold, man.
[He actually starts looking where they're going now, but continues making ridiculous faces at Bucky]
Not everyone can be super enhanced like some people. This has got to be discrimination somehow. I demand equal consideration!
[ yeah, there might've been a pole or stop sign incoming, but it's okay Bucky's got them covered here, pulling just enough to the side so they miss an embarrassing accident.
the ridiculous faces, though, Bucky can't help ducking his head down and trying not to laugh. gotta maintain that air of mysteriousness somehow. ]
That's how it's gonna be.
Maybe you just have to hit the gym a little more often.
[Oh, he sees you trying not to laugh there, Bucky; he's chalking it up at a win for himself and radiates a bit of smug satisfaction, complete with a cocky little head wag.
But oh. Oh. :| ]
Did you really have to go there? Bad enough I keep getting lapped by you nonagenarians, now you're telling me I've got to bulk up more?
I should totally suspend your breakfast privileges for that. [He's joking, he wouldn't have the heart to go through with that threat.]
[ shut up he is the night :| and in his defense it is kind of really difficult to keep it in, Sam has that effect on him. and probably everyone else in existence. what a jerk. ]
-- Alright, I take it back.
[ D: ]
Maybe just a few more pushups in the morning every now and then.
[Sam Wilson is an actual angel, and the universe just feels it, okay. It's not his fault.
And of course that brings his little swagger back. He needs to remember to utilize this weakness of his friends more often.]
Okay, I forgive you then. You can spot me next time I use the weight room in the gym, too. Then we can invade Steve's apartment, since it's closer, for breakfast.
[ the universe did a good thing, he'd have to admit that.
and also whew breakfast is saved. it's an important thing and Bucky burns toast so he wants to hang onto this ... whatever it is. friendship? but the asset has no friends ]
I don't think he has any blueberries.
[ because obvs Sam means blueberry pancakes right ]
[As mentioned previously, he's aware you all only love him for his food. He feels so used. But then he really doesn't want his friends to go hungry FRIENDS, BUCKY because he knows they're all pretty inept in the kitchen.]
I think there's a farmer's market nearby where we could grab some if you really want them with your waffles.
[Because waffles, okay.
Sam sees the Mexican place he'd mentioned coming up, and he steers them there and inside. It's pretty quiet this time of the night, but the bright lights are cheerful and there's still a couple of patrons around]
[ saving the eventual discussion of whether or not he even is Bucky Barnes anymore can wait, at least until after those tacos. ]
Can't have waffles without 'em.
[ he's not sure if they've been in this particular taco shop before - his memory comes back slowly, not in order, but next week he'll probably stop in the middle of a ball game and say hey we went to a taco place on so and so street we should go again.
they're inside now, already Bucky's lowering his head and trying not to draw too much attention. he does find the donation box near the counter amusing - one of the big plastic bins with what looks like a mini roller coaster for coins inside. ]
[Sam shakes his head, smiling. He does hand over a quarter without much fuss, watching Bucky for a moment with a smile before gesturing for him to follow him to a booth.]
They don't actually have the best selection of beer around, but their tacos are the best. Can't beat the carne asada here.
[ the blueberry quip gets ignored, since Bucky's too busy watching that quarter roll around and around on the donation box contraption until eventually clink! and settling at the bottom with the rest of the coins.
huh.
curiousity sated, he follows Sam to the booth next, having a seat opposite him and folding his hands on the table. ]
Guess I'll have to take your word on that. [ and a perk: ] Good desserts?
[He gives a quiet laugh at that.] So besides a weakness for pancakes, you have a things for sweets in general, huh?
[It's an endearing trait for Bucky to have, he muses, even as he waves the server at the counter for some menus. He hands one over to Bucky, and gives a few suggestions on what else is good around here before settling back in his seat.]
Desserts-wise, the cheesecake here is decent - they get from one of the bakeries around here. And they have fried ice cream. You ever tried that before?
[ the more accurate answer being the fact that sweet things were unavailable to him for the past seventy years and he has a lot of catching up to do gets brushed off in favour of just shrugging his shoulders. technically, Sam's still right.
looking at the menu, there's a lot of options that don't seem wholly familiar - or edible - but he trusts Sam's judgement on his recommendations. it's the mention of fried ice cream that has his brows furrowing in utter confusion, though. ]
[Yep, that was the reaction he'd been looking for. He takes a sip from the water they'd been given, and tries to remember what he knew about the dessert - he'd been pretty amazed when he'd first found out about it, too.]
They scoop out the ice cream into balls and freeze 'em till they're good and hard, then coat them with stuff like sugar-cinnamon and cornflakes, then they're frozen again. In some cases, that's what they serve to customers because the crunchy coating makes them seem "fried".
In other cases, like this place here, they take the coated frozen ice cream and fry it up really quick before serving.
[He smiles at Bucky knowingly.] Want to share one after the tacos?
[ he listens intently to the definition - recipe? - but it still confuses the ever living fuck out of him. frozen things, when tossed in a fryer, melt. don't they? what sort of mad freaky deaky science is this?
still. it sounds like possibly the worst, least healthy food item imaginable. it'll probably give them all heart attacks. it sounds awesome. ]
No other way to go about it, man. [ well, have a matching glass-tip salute in return, mister. ]
I guess you can't really do an all-ice cream diet nowadays, huh? [ pity. but oh well, Sam's right, and it's been a while since he's-- well actually he hasn't gone out for tacos since he remembered his name so it's pretty tempting to just order one of everything.
matter of fact: ] One of everything too much? [ except quacamole because what the fuck who does that ]
Maybe I could've handled that kind of thing when I was younger, but that much sugar at once is definitely off my list these days. [He knows his limits, thankfully.] I don't mind making an exemption now and then though.
Nah, go crazy. It's taco night, after all, so we might as well take advantage of it.
Occasional ice cream days. Got it. [ sometimes a sugar rush is just what the doctor ordered. isn't it?
but hey Sam's pretty much giving him permission to pig out, the only reason Bucky doesn't actually order everything is because Sam did also bail him out. so. ... maybe just a couple of whatever sounds the most greasy. ]
Ice cream and cupcake days. [He nods sagely, tugging the complimentary basket of chips and salsa nearer so he can snag some. He'll probably regret eating all of this in the morning, but you only live once, right?
...And yeah, that too.]
I think I'll save my jogging for tomorrow afternoon rather than in the morning. We all need some "sleeping in days" sometimes, too.
[ -- ooh. that sounds like a perfect combination right there, Bucky can get on that.
chips and salsa, too. two chips at a time and piled high with salsa is the best way to go about it. he props his chin up on his metal hand as they snack, definitely in full agreement of sleeping in - but that doesn't mean he won't be a tease about it. ]
Well, sure, if you really want to slack off. [ nevermind the fact that Bucky is so not a morning person himself. ]
[Chocolate cupcake with the fudgy kind of frosting and vanilla ice cream would be the best thing ever, Sam knows, but at least they'll have fried ice cream tonight. That should satisfy his sweet tooth for a while.]
See, that's what cheat days are for - slacking off. It's just once in a while, and I'll still go for a run anyway. [He grins, quirking an eyebrow up.] Besides, I don't think my muscles will deteriorate just by pushing back my jogging by a couple of hours.
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[Though to be honest Sam had just tagged along for the drinks. Tony playing wingman and trying to hook hit up with some girls who'd shown interest hadn't exactly been part of the plan.]
Wish I knew better then, but at least I got rescued when I needed it.
[And he flashes Bucky a bright grin, bumping shoulders with him as they walk along.]
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Guess you can't argue with that logic.
[ clearly the best response to a shoulder bump is to bump back, grinning a fair bit in return. it's contagious. ]
Aren't you lucky I picked today to get arrested? Had it all planned out that way, you know.
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He laughs when Bucky returns the gesture, slinging an arm around his shoulder for a kind of open armed hug as they walk.]
All those plans within plans. How is someone like me supposed to keep up, huh?
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Sam makes it easier on him, at least. he doesn't ask prying questions, he jokes around with him and makes him laugh, he-- bails him out of jail. it sure makes Bucky wonder what he did to end up with a good friend like him. ]
You'll have to try somehow. [ he finds himself stepping a bit closer, so Sam doesn't have to stretch his arm too far. ] Otherwise, get used to bein' left in the dust.
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Oh, is that how it's gonna be? That's just cold, man.
[He actually starts looking where they're going now, but continues making ridiculous faces at Bucky]
Not everyone can be super enhanced like some people. This has got to be discrimination somehow. I demand equal consideration!
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the ridiculous faces, though, Bucky can't help ducking his head down and trying not to laugh. gotta maintain that air of mysteriousness somehow. ]
That's how it's gonna be.
Maybe you just have to hit the gym a little more often.
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But oh. Oh. :| ]
Did you really have to go there? Bad enough I keep getting lapped by you nonagenarians, now you're telling me I've got to bulk up more?
I should totally suspend your breakfast privileges for that. [He's joking, he wouldn't have the heart to go through with that threat.]
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-- Alright, I take it back.
[ D: ]
Maybe just a few more pushups in the morning every now and then.
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And of course that brings his little swagger back. He needs to remember to utilize this weakness of his friends more often.]
Okay, I forgive you then. You can spot me next time I use the weight room in the gym, too. Then we can invade Steve's apartment, since it's closer, for breakfast.
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and also whew breakfast is saved. it's an important thing and Bucky burns toast so he wants to hang onto this ... whatever it is. friendship?
but the asset has no friends]I don't think he has any blueberries.
[ because obvs Sam means blueberry pancakes right ]
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FRIENDS, BUCKYbecause he knows they're all pretty inept in the kitchen.]I think there's a farmer's market nearby where we could grab some if you really want them with your waffles.
[Because waffles, okay.
Sam sees the Mexican place he'd mentioned coming up, and he steers them there and inside. It's pretty quiet this time of the night, but the bright lights are cheerful and there's still a couple of patrons around]
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Can't have waffles without 'em.
[ he's not sure if they've been in this particular taco shop before - his memory comes back slowly, not in order, but next week he'll probably stop in the middle of a ball game and say hey we went to a taco place on so and so street we should go again.
they're inside now, already Bucky's lowering his head and trying not to draw too much attention. he does find the donation box near the counter amusing - one of the big plastic bins with what looks like a mini roller coaster for coins inside. ]
Got a quarter?
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[Sam shakes his head, smiling. He does hand over a quarter without much fuss, watching Bucky for a moment with a smile before gesturing for him to follow him to a booth.]
They don't actually have the best selection of beer around, but their tacos are the best. Can't beat the carne asada here.
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huh.
curiousity sated, he follows Sam to the booth next, having a seat opposite him and folding his hands on the table. ]
Guess I'll have to take your word on that. [ and a perk: ] Good desserts?
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[It's an endearing trait for Bucky to have, he muses, even as he waves the server at the counter for some menus. He hands one over to Bucky, and gives a few suggestions on what else is good around here before settling back in his seat.]
Desserts-wise, the cheesecake here is decent - they get from one of the bakeries around here. And they have fried ice cream. You ever tried that before?
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looking at the menu, there's a lot of options that don't seem wholly familiar - or edible - but he trusts Sam's judgement on his recommendations. it's the mention of fried ice cream that has his brows furrowing in utter confusion, though. ]
It doesn't melt?
[ how D: ]
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They scoop out the ice cream into balls and freeze 'em till they're good and hard, then coat them with stuff like sugar-cinnamon and cornflakes, then they're frozen again. In some cases, that's what they serve to customers because the crunchy coating makes them seem "fried".
In other cases, like this place here, they take the coated frozen ice cream and fry it up really quick before serving.
[He smiles at Bucky knowingly.] Want to share one after the tacos?
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still. it sounds like possibly the worst, least healthy food item imaginable. it'll probably give them all heart attacks. it sounds awesome. ]
We're getting two.
[ obviously. ]
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Now, as much as I'd like to let you gorge yourself completely on ice cream, let's get some protein in there, too, okay?
I guess we'll have to limit the beer to a bottle each. Steve will kill me if I get drunk on top of your impending sugar rush.
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I guess you can't really do an all-ice cream diet nowadays, huh? [ pity. but oh well, Sam's right, and it's been a while since he's-- well actually he hasn't gone out for tacos since he remembered his name so it's pretty tempting to just order one of everything.
matter of fact: ] One of everything too much? [ except quacamole because what the fuck who does that ]
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Nah, go crazy. It's taco night, after all, so we might as well take advantage of it.
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but hey Sam's pretty much giving him permission to pig out, the only reason Bucky doesn't actually order everything is because Sam did also bail him out. so. ... maybe just a couple of whatever sounds the most greasy. ]
We'll just have to do a few extra laps.
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...And yeah, that too.]
I think I'll save my jogging for tomorrow afternoon rather than in the morning. We all need some "sleeping in days" sometimes, too.
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chips and salsa, too. two chips at a time and piled high with salsa is the best way to go about it. he props his chin up on his metal hand as they snack, definitely in full agreement of sleeping in - but that doesn't mean he won't be a tease about it. ]
Well, sure, if you really want to slack off. [ nevermind the fact that Bucky is so not a morning person himself. ]
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See, that's what cheat days are for - slacking off. It's just once in a while, and I'll still go for a run anyway. [He grins, quirking an eyebrow up.] Besides, I don't think my muscles will deteriorate just by pushing back my jogging by a couple of hours.
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