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[waitedforyears]

Am I back? ( A beat. ) I'm back, aren't I? 'cept it's busy. Is it one of those weekends? Does that mean I'm just visiting, then?

( Yes, this is Amy Pond, sitting down on the edge of the fountain — a little older. ) How long has it been? Bucky? ( A painfully hopeful expression. ) Doctor? Doctor, are you here?



(ooc; Anything goes for Amy. Also, she's back from being canon updated, and she's a few years after The Angels Take Manhattan now. )

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[winterkills]

[ Following her. ]

So Jaime, huh?

[waitedforyears]

He calls me Ames, so yeah. Jaime. It's only fair.

[winterkills]

So you're an Amy.

[ He can figure out that much from his own mind. ] I'm surprised he even lets you call him anything with a J. Back then I used t'hate it.

[waitedforyears]

Amy Pond, yeah. Hi.

( Huh. ) Are you from his future, or from a different universe, or both?

[winterkills]

I don't know.

[ He shrugs his flesh and blood shoulder, conscious of how awkward the metal one must seem if she only knows the boy he used to be. ]

From what I could tell, he hasn't even made it as far as anything that could decide, help us figure it out. It could be both, but I ain't Reed Richards, so I'm not too keyed in to the dimension thing.

[waitedforyears]

( She's used enough to timetravel and dimensions that she can just accept him as a different version, separate from the man she knows, so it's less awkward than it could be. )

I've no idea who reed Richards is, but all right. Future and/or a different universe, gotcha.

[winterkills]

Mr. Fantastic. [ Bucky's grin is wry. ] Not very fantastic to me.

[ He's watching the crowds still, like he's half expecting to be attacked or something. ]

[waitedforyears]

Yeah, no, doesn't ring a bell. But then, I'm definitely from a way different universe than you guys.

[winterkills]

See, he'd get that, me, not so much.

[waitedforyears]

( Shrugging. It's not like it really matters. ) 's just a big mess of, what was it, timey-wimey stuff. Yeah. Don't worry 'bout it.

[winterkills]

All right, I'll take your word for it.

[waitedforyears]

Yeah, you do that. ( And look, they're at the bar. )

[winterkills]

[ Holding the door open for her. ]

So does this whole visiting thing happen often then?

[waitedforyears]

Every few months, yeah. Maybe three, four times a year. ( A shrug. ) This is a pretty strange place.

( Like an afterthought: ) Thanks.

[winterkills]

[ He waves off the thanks. ]

And do people keep turning up?

[waitedforyears]

In between? Or the same people, you mean, for visitor's day? 'cause it's both, really.

[winterkills]

Visitor's day, this is the second time I've been here.

[waitedforyears]

Guess the City likes you.

[winterkills]

It's got shitty taste.

[waitedforyears]

I don't know 'bout that.

[winterkills]

So what'll it be?

[waitedforyears]

Guess I'll just go for beer. 's a bit early for anything else still, isn't it?

[winterkills]

[ He orders two beers, hands one over to her, his metal hand clinging against the glass of his own. ]

Wanna sit?

[waitedforyears]

Yeah. Thanks. ( Heading to a table. Once they're seated, she nods to his arm. ) So, what happened there?

[winterkills]

[ His mouth thins slightly, but it's not exactly a secret anymore. ]

Wasn't anything left of it to save after I fell.