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[There's the sound of a motorcycle engine revving, and then it dies, quick]

Wait-

[There's another pause and the sound of someone else making a slight questioning noise]

Clint? What's going on?

Hang on, let me check my crystal ball.

[ It's deadpan, and there's the sound of him checking the contents of the bag he's still holding onto with his one treasured possession inside. ]

I'd say Fury was serious about the whole sending us off if we refused to clean up thing, but he likes you, you're his favourite, so I'm having a hard time believing that.

[ There's another pause. ]

Sorry, Steve, I got nothing on this. Well, unless you're good with blaming Stark.

we're not blaming Mr. Stark. There's something familiar about this.

[ooc: STEVE IS BACK and meet Clint Barton, City (he's speaking in purple!). Steve doesn't remember everything but it'll come back pretty quick. Expect threadjacks!]

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[Steve looks over at his bike]

We should get it over somewhere safe, right?

[And a pause, because there's something important, what is it---OH]

Natasha!

Yeah, she's so not gonna be happy with me. I'm supposed to be checking in later. Have you felt how hard she punches when she gets over-excited?

[ Okay, so, they live together, here, wherever here is. He should question this. ]

What can you do. You got beer in this place of yours? It's been a long week and I'm dying to put my feet up.

Nat's probably trying to stop Thor from breaking the bathtub again. [ Unless there's something he's missing here. He feels a little odd in his skin, but he'll work it through. ]

Probably. [ It's a mess though, hopefully nobody will notice. ] You wanna stash the bike somewhere safe?

I mean she's here. She and Clint are...friends.

[Friends, right?]

She might be willing to let him stay with her. I mean of course he could stay with us.

[ He looks Bucky over, as if he's going up in his estimations. ] You've met the gang? Lucky you. What did she do, try to make him wash his hair? I told her to get a dog, but will she listen.

[ It's a complex relationship. No one knows. It's assassins business we can't speak of.

He looks amused as they discuss his living arrangements like he's going to be staying here a while. He's seriously missing something. ]

Yeah. [ The couch already looks like a bed, does that count? ]

Uh - actually, I don't remember, but we'll be able to get into touch with Nat and Thor if you need it.

[ SO. CONFUSED. ]

Why don't I take the bike, and you can walk him over, Bucky?

[He needs a minute to remember, okay?]

Hold up, you're leaving me with this guy? He could be an evil assassin for all I know.

[ Because he can talk, throwing the bag he's carrying over his shoulder, favoured weapon inside. ]

Fine, but I'm not as easy as I look. It'll take more than a beer to win me over.

[ Rolling his eyes immediately. } Sure, I'm an evil assassin.

[ Crepe doesn't want to leave Steve, so Bucky has to scoop her up thanks to her now broken lead. ] I'll leave your liver for her to eat too.

[ He glances at Steve, as though he's afraid he might just disappear again, but he's got to act like this is normal, that everything is fine. ] You uh - you remember how to get there?

Clint, he's not an evil assassin.

[Pause. No, he doesn't want to leave Bucky but someone's gotta put the damn bike away (only damned because it's making him leave Bucky for a few minutes)]

I think so. Down the street, left, and then a right?

[See, stuff's coming back.]

Come on, guys, it was a joke. Coulson's got a better sense of humour than the both of you put together.

[ And then he remembers, suddenly eager to get this show on the road. ]

Lead the way, Barnes.

Yeah, okay.

[ Crepe whines, but Bucky just shushes her, nods at Steve as casual as you like despite the fact that his throat has a lump in it. ] See you in a bit.

[ Then to Clint. ] C'mon, if we're going to eat you, might as well get this show on the road.

[ Stepping away, back down the street. ]

[Steve gets on his motorcycle - apparently no helmet, helmets are for non-supersoldiers - and takes off towards the apartment. He'll get the beers ready.]

[ He starts walking, waits until the roar of the bike dies down enough to be heard. ]

The dog got a name?

Crepe.

[ She lifts her head up at the mention of her name. ] We didn't name her, our friend did.

[ Glancing over. ] How d'you and Rogers know each other?

[ Clint gives the dog a nod of the head, as if she's going to understand that.

He shrugs. ] We saved the world together.

Right.

[ Something tight twists in his stomach, but he's not actually going to hold this against Clint. He's just happy Steve's alive. ] Well, good on you, man.

[ But Clint doesn't look like a forties guy, and Bucky has no idea what's going on. ]

[ When he's not busy being sarcastic, Clint watches quietly, and he's sensing things. ]

Steve'll fill you in on the details. He's got a nicer tone to his voice, and I'll leave out the boring parts.

[ Because he can't resist. ] You never checked to see if I was an evil assassin. You weren't the brains of the operation, were you?

[ Quietly assessing him. ]

If you were an evil assassin, then you'd be pretty fucking dumb to be anywhere near Steve. Or Nat, that dame sure can kick ass. So I'm not exactly taking a leap of faith here.

[ A pause. ] 'Sides, not exactly like I couldn't hold my own.

Out of curiosity, have you ever called her a dame to her face? 'Cause if not, I wanna be there when you do.

[ He pointed looks him up and down, snorts a laugh, and it's probably the first real expression that's touched his face since he got here. ]

Even without my baby, I could take you down easy.

[ Bucky is just too tired to rise to it. Blowing through his teeth. ]

Maybe we'll find out one day. I'll let you catch your breath though.

You know who usually says that and passes it off as a nice gesture?

[ He claps him on the shoulder, but he doesn't expand on where he's actually going with that. ]

[ Crepe makes a noise. ]

Careful, she's a killer. [ He doesn't know what the fuck is going on, but his apartment block is just across the street, which is okay. ]

The little ones always are.

[ He sounds like he might be speaking from experience, but it's hard to tell. He follows him across the road, letting him guide him to wherever they're going, and the only reason he trusts him is because he's Steve's famous friend and partner. And because Coulson never shut up about him. ]

This the place?

Yep. Home sweet home.

[ Bucky keys in the building code with Crepe's head on his shoulder, holds the door open for Clint because he's feeling charitable or something. ] Just a couple of floors up.