It's all coming back to me now (Spot and Bucky)

[brooklynishere]

When the Hydra facility had been raided, the last thing anybody expected to find was a 16 year old kid on ice, and yet there he'd been. Steve had been the one to stop the Hydra scientist from shutting down the life support, but they hadn't got there in time to prevent the destruction of a good half the facility's records - including the ones about who the kid was or why he was there.

So what choice did they have but to wake him up and find out?

He was uncooperative at first, refused to give them any details other than the name 'Spot' and kept threatening to fight anybody that came close, though they managed to work out pretty easily that he was from Brooklyn and he'd been on the ice almost as long as Steve had. It's when he overhears a comment about Bucky that he seems to change his tune.

"Bucky Barnes?" he asks, and while he still seems wary, for the first time since he woke up he says something actually helpful "I'll talk to him. Tell him the name's Sean Conlon."

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[not_a_commie]

Bucky hadn't been on the opp, he'd been dealing with some trouble in southern California, AIM was starting to get really fucking annoying. He had gotten a long warning email from Steve though.

He's in civilian clothes, and years of undercover work, since his brain got cleared out, have made it possible for him to hold his body like a civil again and not someone ready to take out anyone who comes across his path.

"He uh won't talk to anyone... said he'd talk to you though," Steve says coming into the room in the Avengers mansion where Bucky had been waiting.

"Did either of really talk to anyone after being pulled out of 100 years of bullshit?" Bucky asks smirking at Steve a little.

"He looks like you, poor kid." Steve teases a little pushing Bucky in the shoulder before kissing him on the forehead.

Bucky gets up and debates changing into a long sleeve shirt, but it's hot as fuck out, and the kid is gonna see his arm sooner or later. He lets out a breath and moves down the hall and opens the door. "You hungry?" He asks, he remembers being starving when he woke up, woke up.

[brooklynishere]

Spot has half a mind to break out of the place, he really does, only... well, they've told him that Bucky's on his way and given that the last news Spot heard about the man was the report of his death, he kind of wants to stick around.

When Bucky walks in, Spot's silent for a moment, just regarding him with a thoughtful expression. His gaze flicks to the metal arm and there's a flash of curiosity before he hides it again, obviously still tense and a little bit wary. They've never actually met before, so he isn't sure how this is going to go.

"...Yea." he admits eventually. It's not exactly a friendly welcome, but it's a damn sight better than what most other people have had so far.

"So. You're Bucky." he adds.

[not_a_commie]

"What most people call me, not Nat though, she will only ever call me James." He snorts, looking the kid over. "Steve only calls me James when he's mad, or worried." He smiles easily, which has been getting better, it's weird he never got to meet the kid. But Steve's right about Sean looking like him, he's got some of his mother in him too.

"Cant take you outside yet... you'd have a meltdown, Steve sure the hell did, I saw the footage, I was still on ice mostly when they found him." He explains. "But there is a kitchen up a few floors. Could order pizza or whatever you want really... military back pay, and sorry we didn't look for you, back pay is pretty good." He gives the kid... Sean a minute before he adds, "How you feeling?"

[brooklynishere]

Spot nods at the explanation - it's a familiar one, barely anybody ever called him Sean and he always found it a little weird when they did.

"Pizza sounds good," he agrees. It actually sounded really good, given how hungry he was, but he doesn't show too much enthusiasm - partly because Spot isn't the kind of person to show a lot of enthusiasm unless he's totally comfortable, and partly because he's still a little sore about being stuck in this place - however much fancier it is than anywhere else he's ever been.

"Fine," he shrugs "... Weird. I ain't really got no... y'know, reference for dealin' with somethin' like this."

[not_a_commie]

"You know it's okay if you're not fine." He points out, raising his eyebrows and blowing a lock of hair out of face before tying it back. "Gonna have to get you some clothes." Follow me, we'll go up to the residential floors, Steve and I only stay here sometimes, we have a place in Brooklyn." He pulls out his cellphone and pushes a couple of buttons, heading for the elevator, up out of the medical floor. "Hey, can I get one large meat lovers, extra sausage, and a large pepperoni for delivery..." He finishes giving the address they are in the upper west side.

He pulls out an ID card and slides it across a panel the elevator opening, he turns to make sure Sean... Spot is still following him. "You want me to call you Sean or Spot?" He asks holding the elevator door for the kid. No Sean, not the kid.

[brooklynishere]

Spot shrugs, trailing after him. He isn't fine, not really, but he's also never been very good at admitting his feelings - or, at least, any feeling that wasn't anger anyway.

Still, he can't hide his curiosity over everything - the phone, the elevator, things that were familiar and yet so different to what he's known from before. It's not them that he comments on, however, but something else that catches his attention.

"You and Steve got a place in Brooklyn?" he repeats "Together?"

The other question is much simpler, and answers without hesitation "Spot. Everybody calls me Spot."

[not_a_commie]

"Alright, Spot it is." He says with easy acceptance. He pushes a button on the elevator, and it goes red until he swipes his badge again, and the doors close, and the elevator smooth and quick guilds up the floor.

"Yep." Bucky says, "Nice place, old brownstone, tiny ass backyard, thinking about getting a dog." He says rolling his shoulders a little. "We lived together before I got shipped out too, that orphan life." He shrugs.

The doors slide open to the residential floor, it's a large open floor plan large kitchen bleeding into a wide-open comfortable looking living room. A spiral staircase leading up to were the crash rooms are.

One wall a large window looking out over Central Park and the city. A robotic voice comes out of the speakers "Sgt. Barnes, your pizza is at the door. "

"Grab a seat soda in the fridge..." He points to the stainless steel fridge, "I'll be back in a sec."

[brooklynishere]

The place sounds pretty nice, fancier than the apartment he grew up in, and for a second Spot wonders if he'll live there too - though he quickly realises he's getting ahead of himself and it's definitely not a thought he'll voice out loud. Still, Bucky hasn't quite answered the real question he's been asking, he just doesn't know how to ask it more obviously.

He doesn't end up sitting down, instead wandering over to the window to take in the view with wide eyes. He's been to central park before, but he's never seen a view of it like this, never been up this high in his entire life in fact.

"Even you ain't seen Manhattan like this, Jackie-boy..." he murmured to himself.

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A tall blond man comes into the kitchen and opens the door, it's the guy that was talking to him before, hair cut neatly, but a slight five o'clock shadow close press and ironed more than Bucky's. "View was weird for me too, at first, some of the new buildings are kind of ugly." He says pulling a Dr. Pepper out of the fridge and coming over to the window.

Bucky comes back in with the pizza, "You always wonder in when the food comes." Bucky teases, "You probably already met him, but Spot this is Steve." He says grabbing plates and putting them on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

"Good thing, Lucky and Clint aren't here otherwise this wouldn't be enough." Steve counters, grabbing three slices of meat lovers, "Gonna let you two talk tho, finish this, and I'll meet you at the house later?"

"Yeah I'll see you at home." He smiles.

[brooklynishere]

"Yea... how much of that shit do they got in Brooklyn?" Spot asks casually, glancing sidelong at Steve. His look is assessing, he recognises Steve from when he first woke up, but now he has new information to take into consideration.

If what he suspects is true, he can't fault Bucky's taste - not quite his type, sure, but Spot's got eyes, he can appreciate the aesthetics.

He watches the way the two interact as he makes his way over to the food, suspicion growing. He gives Steve a vague nod of goodbye and reaches over to grab a slice, shoving it into his face without ceremony.

[not_a_commie]

"I would eat too fast right now, you're just out, you'll puke," Bucky said grabbing a slice, but he doesn't try to stop Spot. He goes to the fridge and grabs a couple of sodas putting one down in front of Sean. He quiet for a minute just eating his pizza his years as a sniper makes him comfortable with long stillness.

"Probably should get you clothes, can't live in scrubs forever... also ask what you want, unless it's top-secret I'm an open book."

[brooklynishere]

Spot gives him an unimpressed look but he does slow his bites a little, forcing himself not to just shove the whole slice in his mouth in go. It's good pizza, he's got to admit.

"Uh, yea," he shrugs, glancing down at the scrubs in question. They were comfortable enough, but he'd definitely welcome some proper clothes.

"You and Steve..." he starts, since it's on his mind. He also wonders if Bucky will hide things from him the way his mother did - though he was always more observant than she realised. He trails off there, though, unsure how to phrase the question.

[not_a_commie]

"The answer to what your asking is yes." He laughs folding the slice in half and taking a bite, "That a problem for you?" He asks easily, he knows the era the kid grew up in, it was the one he and Steve hide to hide everything about themselves so they didn't get beat to death.

"Since he pulled me out of that hydra lab, then I fell off the train." He blinks taking a sip of his soda, metal fingers flicking the pull tab on the soda can. "But we look at is a fate, all that shitty stuff was kind of worth it, would I rather not have PTSD, hell yeah, but being able to live with Steve, and not get arrested, I'll take being in therapy, and having nightmares sometimes." He shrugs.

[brooklynishere]

It's a few days before the school breaks for Christmas and Spot had made plans to hang out with Peter after school, so it isn't all that weird that he isn't home yet.

The weird part comes when Bucky's phone rings before Spot's due to come home, and it's Peter.

When Bucky answers, he's met with a very nervous "Uh... hi Mr Barnes... pleasedon'tbemad..."

[not_a_commie]

Bucky blinks and lets out a slow breath. "It's really hard to make me mad Peter, is this hero stuff, or something else?" He asks taking a sip from his coffee mug.

[brooklynishere]

"We're um... we're at the hospital... it's okay everybody's fine we're both fine. Well, I mean, Spot's not fine but it's not really serious. We're just waiting in the ER now 'cause, um, Spot sort of... maybe... broke his arm a little bit?"

The hesitance in his voice is obvious, he really doesn't want to be the one giving this news, but Spot's waiting inside in case he gets called and it kind of was Peter's fault so he agreed to make the call.

[not_a_commie]

Bucky pinches the bridge of his nose. "Which hospital are you at?" He asks walking to the coat closet and pulling on his jacket and shoving his feet into his boots. He'll take the jeep. "Only a little broken is better than super broken I suppose... you can tell me how it happened when I get there."

[brooklynishere]

"Yes Mr Barnes." Peter agrees, cowed, after letting him know where they were. He's not looking forward to that conversation... but hey, if it's not happening until he gets here, at least Spot has to be part of it too.

That done, he heads back inside to find Spot, who's still waiting, and let him know that his father's on his way.

"How mad did he sound?" Spot asks with a wince.

"...not that bad actually, he might be okay? ... Or he might be waiting until he gets here to yell at you. Hard to tell." Peter says unhelpfully.

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Bucky gets to the hospital and kicking the snow off his boots before walking into the ER.

He looks around and sees Spot still waiting weird for a broken arm.

He walks over and arches a brow, "So either it's not broken, or you told them it just hurt..." He chides a little.

[brooklynishere]

"You told him it was broken?" Spot shoots a glare at Peter before looking back at his dad "I don't think it's broken, it's probably fine."

Spoiler alert, it's definitely broken.

[not_a_commie]

"Did you even check-in at the desk?" He laughs a little kneeling down to take a look arching a brow. "You're fingers are going purple... We don't need to metal arms in this family." He huffs pulling the insurance cards out of his wallet and nodding for Spot to walk over with him to the desk.

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"He was supposed to while I called you." Peter says, glancing over at Spot, who shrugs - he's not going to say it but he'd figured he could convince them to stop making a fuss and take him home.

He glanced down at his hand and was about to say something about how it was probably just bruising but his father was already heading to the desk so he sighs and follows him over there, and he doesn't protest too much because... okay actually that does look pretty bad and maybe it is broken.

[not_a_commie]

Bucky talks to the nurse at the front desk. "He called me but he never checked in, looking at it I'm pretty sure it's broken."

The nurse looks at Spot's arm and the color. He takes Spot's unbroken wrist and puts an admitting band around it.

A few minutes later they call Spot. "You want me to go back with you?"

[brooklynishere]

"...no it's okay." he says after a moment, not wanting to be a baby about it (he might have considered it - if Peter hadn't been there). "I'll see you in a bit."

He gives them both a nod and heads after the doctor.

[not_a_commie]

"Alright if your sure, pick a cool color for the wrap." He says, "Guess I'll just go chat with Peter." He smirks a little.