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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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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.

[ He looks through the open door, shrugs like he doesn't care either way, and steps into the building. But he's as wary as ever, he's just subtle about it. ]

Oh I see why he likes you. I've got to get me a nice boy from the forties.

Well, I'll tell Howard all about it.

[ Up the stairs they go. ]

If you're offering him up, there's got to be a catch.

[ Clint leans against the wall when they stop at the apartment door like he owns the place and waits like he's got all the time in the world. ]

He's a Stark.

[ Key in the door, and Crepe is already running in with a yip. ] Explains everything.

He's that Howard.

[ It really does explain everything. He follows them inside cautiously, eyes scanning the apartment, and he sticks close to the door. ] I was expecting pink frills, but I've smelt riper corpses.

[Steve comes out of the bedroom, his shield in hand]

The room is clean, at least.

[ Bucky just shrugs, awkward in his skin for a moment. ]

Yeah, welcome and all that.

[ He flashes Bucky a smile, forced, and it's there and then gone. ]

Thanks, buddy, I feel right at home.

[ Turning to Steve, lowering his voice as if no one else can hear them. ] So this is the guy from the history books?

[Steve nods]

Usually he's not this messy, too.

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