[the wait is actually about 10 minutes since sam has to explain as much of the story he could to the police officers and apologize to the undercover cop as well, but soon enough, bucky's being let out of his cell.
sam claps him companionably on the shoulder and leads the way back out.]
[ all things considered, he figures he behaved pretty well. it could've been a lot worse. there might've been a broken nose or something but - well, could've been worse. he thought he was doing a good thing and technically, he wasn't wrong.
stepping out of the cell, he falls into line just half a step behind Sam, taking a moment to tug his hat down further over his head. ]
Thanks. And sorry if I was interrupting something. [ you know, those hot dates he mentioned. ]
[Sam grins crookedly at him, even if Bucky's not really looking in his direction.]
Hey, don't worry about it. I think it was veering off into somewhere I wasn't comfortable with anyway, so I guess I'm going to end up owing you pancakes.
[He's looking pretty dapper for someone who's just come and bailed his buddy out of jail before grabbing tacos, but hey, friends are more important anyway.]
You can crash at my place again if sneaking back into the tower isn't an option.
[ it helps, not being immediately chastised or teased, and especially not being told gosh Bucky I'm really disappointed, you have to learn to control yourself better.
the mention of pancakes brightens his mood though. not just because of the pancakes themselves, but more so the reminder of previous conversations, and he finds himself smiling at the thought. Sam does look pretty dressed up, so he can only imagine what he was in the middle of.
huh. one of those rare situations where you really do have to go bail a friend out of jail in order to get out of a bad date. ]
That bad, huh? [ a bit of a chuckle, though he still walks slightly behind him, hands stuffed in his coat pockets. ] Well, now I want details, so I guess you're stuck with me for a while yet.
[He ducks his head at the reminder of how his night was going before Bucky's text gave him a good excuse to escape, though he can laugh about it now as they head to a Mexican place for beer and food.]
It wasn't bad per se. She was just... a little too interesting for me, if you catch my drift.
[He shakes his head, grinning slightly.] Just shows I shouldn't get anyone's number while I'm out with Tony. It just can't end well.
[ ooh beer, beer would be really good right now as well. even if Bucky still has a bit of a sore spot regarding the lack of impact a good strong drink used to have, a night like this definitely called for it. ]
Ahh. [ Bucky hasn't been hanging out with Tony all too much (he can't really explain why) but from what he does know, that's a pretty accurate conclusion to come to. so he nods his head, in full agreement. Starks are eccentric fellows. ]
Didn't think you'd be having trouble to the point of needing someone else setting you up, though.
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?
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see that is exactly why he practices in front of the mirror every night]I'm trying my best here. but I think you better hurry up because punching is starting to sound more interesting than tacos.
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Oh shit, you punched an undercover cop on a drug bust.
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I'm pretty sure I was aiming for the other guy.
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Liberating you in 5 minutes after I get this paperwork done.
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[ waiting sucks and he feels bad for this whole thing so. that's all his last text says as he waits to be let out. ]
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sam claps him companionably on the shoulder and leads the way back out.]
Come on, tacos are on me.
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stepping out of the cell, he falls into line just half a step behind Sam, taking a moment to tug his hat down further over his head. ]
Thanks. And sorry if I was interrupting something. [ you know, those hot dates he mentioned. ]
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Hey, don't worry about it. I think it was veering off into somewhere I wasn't comfortable with anyway, so I guess I'm going to end up owing you pancakes.
[He's looking pretty dapper for someone who's just come and bailed his buddy out of jail before grabbing tacos, but hey, friends are more important anyway.]
You can crash at my place again if sneaking back into the tower isn't an option.
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the mention of pancakes brightens his mood though. not just because of the pancakes themselves, but more so the reminder of previous conversations, and he finds himself smiling at the thought. Sam does look pretty dressed up, so he can only imagine what he was in the middle of.
huh. one of those rare situations where you really do have to go bail a friend out of jail in order to get out of a bad date. ]
That bad, huh? [ a bit of a chuckle, though he still walks slightly behind him, hands stuffed in his coat pockets. ] Well, now I want details, so I guess you're stuck with me for a while yet.
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It wasn't bad per se. She was just... a little too interesting for me, if you catch my drift.
[He shakes his head, grinning slightly.] Just shows I shouldn't get anyone's number while I'm out with Tony. It just can't end well.
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Ahh. [ Bucky hasn't been hanging out with Tony all too much (he can't really explain why) but from what he does know, that's a pretty accurate conclusion to come to. so he nods his head, in full agreement. Starks are eccentric fellows. ]
Didn't think you'd be having trouble to the point of needing someone else setting you up, though.
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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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