[ Sam doesn't know Bucky's thought process exactly, but he can hazard a few guesses given the man's general perspective on himself. So he waits patiently for Bucky to process. ]
what, you think I trust you with my sister and my nephews but draw the line at gravesites? please. that's my family, buck, and you're part of it now.
[ The shield ain't the closest thing Bucky's got left to a family anymore. ]
[ over the next hour or two, every 10 minutes on the dot, Bucky receives pictures of Redwing as taking somewhere on the station, posed as if the drone is doing human activities. sunbathing, cooking, training... the last few pictures are all of Redwing hovering over Bucky's bed, a little lower with each subsequent picture. ]
[That one gets a response. Though probably not for the reason Sam is hoping for. Having an image projected into his head though-
His earpiece is ripped out, and he has to take a few moments to get his breathing under control. Some time to remember that he's on Ximilia. That Sam had only sent that image to tease him. Nothing more.
This is fine.
(No it's not).
The messages are then ignored completely, his earpiece tucked away in his pocket, and he's off to the Sunlight room for the next few hours. And then a few hours more.]
[ Sam is pretty quick on the uptake that something is wrong, though he doesn't know what immediately. Ignorance can be bliss and curse alike - he doesn't know about the specifics of some of Bucky's triggers. But the radio silence is telling sooner rather than later that he pushed too hard one way or another, and he can hazard a guess or two as to what button he pushed even if he doesn't know exactly how. Enough work eirh vets not to be naive here.
He doesn't go to find Bucky immediately, leaves him space and time. Guilt rolls uncomfortably in his stomach, but he knows better than to push further just to assuage it at the expense of Bucky's comfort level.
He does follow, eventually, a few hours later, hoping the time helped to at least not make his presence an unwelcome one. Doesn't take a genius to figure out where Bucky is - Sam knows him well enough for that at least. He sits nearby though, doesn't insert himself into Bucky's space. The man knows Sam is there, of that Sam has no doubt.
Sam let's the silence stretch for a while, giving Bucky space to send him away if he needs that. If Bucky doesnt, Sam offers: ]
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what, you think I trust you with my sister and my nephews but draw the line at gravesites? please. that's my family, buck, and you're part of it now.
[ The shield ain't the closest thing Bucky's got left to a family anymore. ]
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You shouldn't trust me.
They're your family. Not me.
The messages are typed and deleted, before he settles on-]
I turned up in Delacroix. That wasn't exactly an invitation.
[And he's about 99% sure he only got invited to stay on the sofa because he guilt tripped Sam in to it.]
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jamie
showing up was all you ever needed to do.
you're always welcome.
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You've earned the first one. The other two ain't happening.
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buckaroo
buckadoodle
buckles
jambalaya butterfish barnacle
jamison
grumpy cat
sergeant sourdough
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we both know I got you beat on stubborn persistance.
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[He can do this all day.]
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Oh, wait-]
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let's pivot, jimmy
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think I can't do another 6 months repeat performance?
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[Gonna need to break out the name, Sammy]
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His earpiece is ripped out, and he has to take a few moments to get his breathing under control. Some time to remember that he's on Ximilia. That Sam had only sent that image to tease him. Nothing more.
This is fine.
(No it's not).
The messages are then ignored completely, his earpiece tucked away in his pocket, and he's off to the Sunlight room for the next few hours. And then a few hours more.]
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He doesn't go to find Bucky immediately, leaves him space and time. Guilt rolls uncomfortably in his stomach, but he knows better than to push further just to assuage it at the expense of Bucky's comfort level.
He does follow, eventually, a few hours later, hoping the time helped to at least not make his presence an unwelcome one. Doesn't take a genius to figure out where Bucky is - Sam knows him well enough for that at least. He sits nearby though, doesn't insert himself into Bucky's space. The man knows Sam is there, of that Sam has no doubt.
Sam let's the silence stretch for a while, giving Bucky space to send him away if he needs that. If Bucky doesnt, Sam offers: ]
I'm sorry.
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