Peace

[thestaremaster]

WHO:Bucky Barnes, OTA, (Closed post for Steve)
WHERE: where the Glownies graze, Steve/Bucky's place
WHAT: Glownie Therapy, Flowers
WHEN: Early days after being released
WARNINGS:TBD



OTA- Glownie Therapy

Still lacking the proper data point, Bucky couldn't care for the glownies as well as the others. Besides which he didn't want to step on the those of those who had assumed it as their job. But he visited them when he needed something to calm him down, bring him of a little of that peace he'd felt out in Wakanda.

He'd spent hours on another fruitless search for Soldier, or the Red Book, turning up neither, and hesitant still to bring his concerns to Steve because...well, if he was being honest with himself it was because he was afraid of Steve seeing an activated Winter Soldier in the flesh. The memories were bad enough.

So he stopped to visit the glownies before heading back, brushing them down slightly and giving a fond pat to it's flank, feeling the tension ease away.

For Steve

Back in his prime, Bucky was sure he didn't spend nearly this much time fretting over stupid things like this. He was confident, and sure, and dating came easy. He wasn't sure if it was that he was older now, everything he'd been through, or just...that this was Steve.

Adorably old fashioned.

The words kept echoing in him man, and he made a face at the flowers in his hand, making a half aborted turn to abandon them all together before making himself stop. He took a breath let that confident look fall back into place, and let himself inside.

"Steve? You back?"

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[thestaremaster]

"..." Bucky pressed his lips together, silent a moment as considered Reeve's words.

"To control him," he corrected finally, a guarded expression masking his features. Hurt, yes. But control. That was the key element. And the reason he felt he could confidently say Soldat wouldn't want to meet someone he called a friend in that state.

"...if you want to help him, you can help me find something," he broached cautiously. Soldat apparently trusted this man, but Bucky didn't have the same connection. "...there's a book- Beck can use it to hurt him. He's stashed it somewhere and I need to find it. I can describe it to you, but you have to promise not to look inside."

[plate_builder]

Control. Reeve hissed in distaste at that. Were it not for his certainty that it would come to nothing, he might seek out this Beck himself and deal with him. BUt it was not in his nature.

"Describe the book's exterior, and whether or not you'd have me destroy it once I find it. My first magic should make short work of it."

[thestaremaster]

Distaste was definitely warranted. Bucky was tense even just mentioning the thing, but he found himself trusting Soldat's judgement more when Reeve agreed without questioning the contents.

"...Red. With a black star on the front. I...I want to see for myself that it's gone," he explained. Otherwise he'd never quite believe it. Maybe it would be good for Soldat to see the thing destroyed with his own eyes as well, though neither of them could be sure Beck didn't have copies, or couldn't get himself another version with how this damn world worked.

[plate_builder]

Red with a black star. He can definitely work with that.

"In case I only see a part of it at once, how thick is it? And what material is the binding? I ask only so I can be sure to find the right thing."

Still, he gets what should be done. He stands a little straighter.

"Fine an illicit book, never open it, and contact you immediately to turn it over. I can do that."