[r. padfoot] I've been trying to find my way [WinterHawk/18+] I haven't got a clue

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[r. padfoot] I've been trying to find my way [WinterHawk/18+] I haven't got a clue

Post by LadyLizard » Sun Aug 20, 2017 2:01 am

James had been on the run for a long time. He'd kept up with news of the Avengers as best he could while keeping an eye out for Hydra, but the remnants of the terrorist organization never managed to get too close. Occasionally he steered them into the path of whichever Avenger(s) was trying to track him down, making sure the team was handled before disappearing again. For the most part, however, he'd been careful to not let anyone see anything of him. It wasn't very practical of him to let anyone chasing after him get a glance at his status or his next move.

Natalia had come the closest. He'd started getting hazy memories of her, younger and occasionally smiling, and hadn't been able to help his instincts to get a closer look. She'd rarely noticed he was there, and he didn't approach her considering he'd almost killed her a few months ago when he was still Hydra's plaything. Despite the apparent thing they'd had in the past, he doubted that she'd view him the same way after they'd tried their hands at murdering each other. According to his attempts at calibrating himself to this new century, that was something that was generally frowned upon in relationships. Strange.

There had been a few others – the winged man, a blond archer, and the blond, Steve. Since the first two were unfamiliar to him, he kept a sharp eye on them, especially when they were around Steve. Even if James remembered little about their life in the '40s, he'd known from the moment he'd dragged Rogers out of the water that they were supposed to protect each other. He still didn't know why that was a rule or how he was going to do that, but even though he stayed away from the other man, he did his best. If Steve and his teammates went after some enemy, he helped as he could but stayed out of their way. And the rest of the time, he checked that Steve looked like he was eating enough and left him alone besides that.

It was still hard for him to figure out what he was. Relentless cyborg assassin for a Nazi cult that had been growing in the ranks of a secret government organization? Prisoner of war that would be sent to his death for things he didn't choose to do? Long lost friend of national icon Captain America? Scrappy jerk from the back streets of Brooklyn? Maybe there was an 'all of the above' option, because James couldn't really figure out what he was any more. There were elements of truth to the different parts of his being, but none of them managed to get an accurate idea of who he was. Even if he didn't really know who that person was supposed to be.

And the fact that he'd been programmed with different personas for different missions didn't help in the slightest. Should he answer to Winter? James? Asset? Or one of the dozens of names he'd been told to answer to on various missions? While Steve had called him Bucky, he didn't have many memories of their lives together, much less the name that Steve called him by.

What he did remember made him ache. Steve's mom's name was Sarah. He used to wear newspaper in his shoes. It was hard for him to breathe when it was too hot or too cold. They'd gone to a science expo the night before Bucky/James/Winter/Asset/someone had shipped out for England. Italy had been a bad place, and so were tall, snowy mountains. Under no circumstances were trains an acceptable mode of transportation. Getting a car was easy, but Steve was definitely not allowed to drive.

Of course there were other memories that hurt in a different way. Shooting a child in the head. Ripping someone's throat out with metal fingers that flickered dully in bad lighting. Breaking the bones in a man's hand one by one and repeating the same question over and over in a language that he didn't know the name of. Killing an entire team of operatives in mere minutes.

He'd tried to keep track of what he knew, of what he'd done and when. It was hard, with the gaps in his memory and the limited information he'd had when he'd carried out missions. There was a lot of information on the Winter Soldier on a unit called the internet, the records dating back seventy years but their availability by only a few months. More research shared that the information had been dumped online the same day that he'd fought Captain America and nearly killed him.

Choices and emotions had started with that fight. Even though he didn't appreciate either of them, they had a stubborn tendency to keep coming back. The choices were easier to deal with, since they dealt with facts and consequences, and he knew what both of those things entailed. But emotions were an entirely different challenge; he didn't understand what brought them on, or why they changed so often, or how he could get rid of them. Apparently he couldn't stop them from happening, or the unusual effects that they had on him.

Plenty of things were strange in this new world he'd been thrown into, but emotions were by far the strangest. And unlike televisions, or coffee shops, or motorcycles, he couldn't research emotions for an operating manual or technical diagrams. They were totally wild and unusual things, and they drove him crazy. Well, crazier. He was pretty sure that the screaming and nightmares and the rest of his life in general wasn't normal.

Yet Steve still pursued him. And the blond hadn't tried to harm or contain him. He'd saved him the few times that someone had gotten a little too close to comfort. Whenever he was around, he made it clear that he was there but had never demanded that either the Winter Soldier or 'Bucky' do anything for him or even come to him. If he'd ordered it, then the Soldier would have obeyed, but Captain America seemed to have been left behind for this mission. The little that the Asset saw of him reminded him of skinny, brawl-seeking Steve Rogers.

Eventually he ended up in Europe, in a small town in the Czech Republic. Steve was there for the first time in several weeks, usually it was one of his teammates trying to track him down. It wasn't hard to figure out why – the Avengers were a very strange team but they did good work and James had kept an interested eye on them. Mostly because of his Captain fighting with them, but partly because he wondered how any organization or team managed to stay free of underground agents. His life experience was limited and negative, and James was highly suspicious of anyone claiming they only wanted to do good. With his Captain on their team, it was a little bit easier to believe, but not totally.

Still, in everything that he'd read about them, the Avengers were the closest thing to safety that James had heard of. There were plenty of people and governments that wanted the Winter Soldier dead for his crimes, but Steve and his people had fought against that as much as they could. James was almost neutral on that subject. Just because he hadn't had a choice didn't mean that he was innocent, as much as Steve seemed to believe so.

Running was, however, getting harder. Most people either didn't care about him, wanted to use him, or wanted him dead. That was nothing unfamiliar. James was used to it. What he wasn't used to was having needs, for safety and companionship and adequate living conditions. Scrounging a living from the streets of various countries wasn't exactly a good way to live, even if James did have a unique skill set that made him able to get food and supplies much easier than the average fugitive. And while he'd managed to deal with his injuries after the helicarrier crash, and hadn't gotten any serious ones since then, he still hurt.

So when Steve and the Falcon caught up to him in the Czech Republic, James didn't keep away as much as he usually would have. The Falcon was still a stranger to him, even though Steve seemed attached. After all, while he'd tried to kill both of them, Steve was the only one who had tried to be even slightly kind to him. It was the only kindness he'd had in seventy years, and while it had angered him that his target wouldn't fucking die, in a way James had been glad for that small amount of mercy.

James was at street level when Steve was standing alone at a roadside cafe. The Falcon had left to do something, which James didn't particularly care about except for the fact that it left Steve alone in a nearly empty building. If he was ever going to get some kind of safe haven, it was going to have to be now, because the chances of a setup like this happening again before someone else caught up to James was practically nonexistent.

He'd walked up to Steve and stopped in front of him, waiting impassively as the blond's expression ranged from interest to shock to hope. It seemed like the sudden appearance of his friend had rendered him more or less speechless, so James had broken the silence between them. “My name is James,” he'd murmured, “and I need to not be alone.”

Steve had reached out for him, crying into his shoulder when James had let him hug him. The Falcon had returned a few minutes later and had stopped short, displaying an impressive range of emotions in a short amount of time before nodding to himself and staying back. Once Steve had reassured himself that James was alive, sane, uninjured, and coming back with him, he'd pulled himself together. James had been introduced to the Falcon, whose real name was apparently Sam.

After that, they'd stayed at a nearby hotel overnight. James had stayed away from Sam as much as he could, unsure of what they thought of each other or were supposed to think of each other. Steve had gotten himself and James a room together but Sam had asked for one of his own. It made things a little easier on James. When he had the inevitable nightmares, Steve woke him up but stayed away until James had come out of his dreamscape. That was the first night in James' memory that anyone had ever comforted him, and he'd been inseparable from Steve the rest of the night. For some reason, Steve hadn't seemed to mind.

There had been a plane sent for them, a strange modern craft that Steve called a Quinjet, and the three of them had flown back to America. Apparently Steve didn't bother with customs or security, and for some reason he wasn't forced to do so. Steve takes him to a place he calls Avengers Tower, which is the tallest building that James can ever remember seeing and is the only one that's run by a talking computer. He has the feeling that Steve oversimplified things to explain it to him, but he doesn't really want to get into semantics at the moment.

For some reason, nobody wants to hurt him or kill him, even though there's been a few instances where Steve had to leave the room and James was on his own with one or more people that he's tried to kill or that work with people he's tried to kill. That surprised him, but in general Steve stays right with him, so he has yet to panic too much over meeting people. So far he's met a grand total of half a dozen, but Steve has seemed proud of him so far and James is more than content with that. He's tried his best to be good for Steve ever since they left the Czech Republic, even though the blond has told him he won't be punished for misbehaving.

When Steve mentioned having to go somewhere, James was a bit curious but mostly uninterested in being left alone. So Steve brought him along, to a strange new place with a lot of strange new people. The team from Avengers Tower was there, and they were all people that Steve obviously trusted, but James couldn't quite think of them the same way. All of them were weird in some way – he'd tried to kill Sam, Natalia, and Steve; Wanda had mental powers that let her find his greatest fears and use them against him, which quite frankly made James scared of her more than all the others combined; Pietro could move quickly enough that he was invisible; Rhodes was government and military; and Vision was just plain weird, not that James would say that out loud. So when it came down to it, Steve was probably the most normal person there, which didn't reassure James too much.

Still, Steve had reassured him that none of them wanted to hurt him, and James knew enough about Steve and the team to know that was true. He ended up going without protest, generally tagging along with Steve and ignoring the fact that Tony (one of the weirdest ones of them all) called him Steve's shadow. James was nobody's shadow, thank you very much, he just didn't exactly know how to behave around people. Especially a team of superheroes.
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Re: [r. padfoot] I've been trying to find my way [WinterHawk/18+] I haven't got a clue

Post by LadyLizard » Sun Aug 20, 2017 2:02 am

The idea that Clint was remotely qualified to do anything but be a thief and archer was ridiculous. Anyone who knew Clint, who spent more than five minutes with him, knew that immediately. It wasn't like he hid his personality. He'd never been the sort of guy to hide who he was. He rarely did stealth missions where he acted like someone else. Sure, he could be quiet, and sneaky, but they weren't his strengths.

And yet, despite that, somehow someone thought he was qualified to be an Avenger.

An Avenger.


He honestly didn't know how he got here; following Captain America's orders, fighting alongside Iron Man and guys who were in the Army for christ sake. Fighting with Natasha of all people. He hadn't even graduated high school and he grew up in the circus. It wasn't like he had any idea why they wanted him around, aside from his ability to use a bow and arrow.

Of course, at the end of the day, he wasn't going to complain.

However, he was going to take a fucking vacation from Avenging when he had to. And fighting aliens, getting his mind controlled, and then fighting a cyborg hell bent on the destruction of the world and humanity-all of that sure as fuck called for a vacation.

And maybe his type of vacation was eating too much pizza, watching cowboy shows and dog cops, hanging out with his dog, and keeping the people in his apartment building safe from the Mafia, but it was his goddamn vacation and he could do whatever he liked with it.

And spending a few months doing the usual, wasn't too bad, all things considered. SHIELD was basically dismantled (until Fury and all his glory showed up again, which wasn't surprising) but he wasn't interested in joining them again anyway. Not after the last time; getting himself into trouble was definitely not worth it. And it wasn't like SHIELD could keep him safe from that. It had done jack shit for Phil Coulson.

Eventually, though, guys like him got stir crazy. If there wasn't a national or global emergency, the Avengers were usually pretty much waiting. And waiting? Was not his forte.

So when Steve motherfucking Rogers calls him he doesn't really ask why.

Although he probably should have.

---

The new Avengers HQ was pretty classy. Admittedly, it was exactly the sort of place that was asking for someone to blow up, but Clint figured they had protocols in place for that. The security team he assessed as he was let inside (with his Avengers ID, of all things), was enough of an indication of that. They looked bigger and more capable than even Stark and SHIELD's.

Clint threw a smirk at one guy that looked him over, as if not sure why he was here, but just sauntered over to the main elevator. He'd only been here once so far, when they first got shown the place, and he'd checked out the vent systems. As far as he knew, the place was pretty well equipped to train and house Avengers. Although, as far as he knew, most of them lived in the Avengers Tower now. He even had his own suite there but he hadn't bothered to go check it out yet. He was fine with his own apartment. It was his and he didn't really need anything better.

Training Room A was where the text said to meet him, so Clint rubbed the back of his neck as the elevator took him to the basement floor, and he slipped out quietly. The door scanned his eyes, making him blink and grimace, but wait impatiently as it verified his identity.

"Welcome to TR-A, Mr. Barton," a disembodied voice, not too different from Jarvis, but female and with a different accent, piped up as the main doors opened. They had been sealing a hell of a lot of sound out, meaning all of it, because once they were opened even a fraction and he was moving to get inside, the sounds of people talking were heard.

Everyone turned to him as one and he paused a step, looking everyone over self consciously at their gaze.

"Hey.."
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Re: [r. padfoot] I've been trying to find my way [WinterHawk/18+] I haven't got a clue

Post by LadyLizard » Sun Aug 20, 2017 2:02 am

James was a little less than happy when Steve asked if he'd be okay if one of Steve's friends kept an eye on him. Of course, Steve was much more tactful, but James understood what he wasn't saying. Someone needed to make sure he didn't accidentally murder someone or run off. Maybe he interpreted that a little differently than he was supposed to, but he didn't think there was much lost in translation. After all, someone would have to be crazier than the Avengers to let the Winter Soldier run around without a leash on, although Steve probably would have protested the terminology.

But he'd said yes, because he knew that Steve had other things to do besides him. Hell, he probably had replaced him with someone, and he definitely had a different set of priorities than the last time they'd met. Listening in on Steve's and Sam's conversations (he knew it was rude, shut up) had told him that they'd been looking for him nonstop and that Steve was a lot more relaxed now than he had been in months. Which didn't say much as far as James was concerned, because Steve still looked a little stressed.

Steve had called someone he called Clint, although James wasn't sure if that was the person's real name or not. He wouldn't blame the blond for hiding things from him, considering the negative history between them. Of course Steve hadn't brought it up, and neither had anyone else except for the shrink when he'd had to have some kind of mandatory psych eval. That had been horrible, but fortunately the psychiatrist hadn't probed into too much that had to deal with Hydra, and James only had to tell him no once before he dropped a touchy subject.

All in all, James could have done a lot worse. Steve could have done a lot worse to him, or anyone else on his team. Instead they'd all been polite, at the least, and while none of them were outright friendly, he couldn't blame them for that. Bringing in the guy that had almost murdered half your team was not something that was usually done. Neither was one of the most brutal assassins in the history of warfare being a brainwashed cyborg that was friends with America's sweetheart. Hopefully the team would more or less leave him alone, because James was pretty sure that most interactions eventually turned to violence.

'Clint', however, was not the kind of person he was expecting. He looked like a walking train wreck, and James had to wonder how on earth he kept up with a team of Avengers. They were superheroes and this guy looked like he'd tumbled out of the wrong side of bed and into a pit of knives. Okay, maybe not that bad, but still. James would have had absolutely no idea that the guy was an Avenger if Steve hadn't told him that he was.

But the team welcomed him like they actually did know him and were glad to see him. James cast him a sidelong glance, unsure what to think of him. Sure, he kind of looked like a trashed hobo, but he definitely wasn't a civilian, and he apparently was one of the best soldiers in the world if he fought with the Avengers. He just didn't look anything like any of the other soldiers that James had ever seen, and considering he'd been in almost every country in the world in the past seventy years, that kind of said a lot. Actually, he looked more like a refugee from one of those countries.

"Is that him?" he asked Steve quietly. He wasn't exactly glued to the other man's side, but he was sticking pretty close. The team was training and he didn't want to make anyone think he might be some kind of problem. Which meant he was dressed in jeans frayed at the knees, a washed out t-shirt, and a hoodie that was two sizes too big. His hair was in a messy ponytail but half of it was escaping and he hadn't bothered trying to tame it back. Steve had taken him shopping at a small secondhand store and made no comment about what he chose, although he did offer to roll the sleeves up. James hadn't taken him up on that but Steve hadn't seemed to care, so James figured it was all right. At least he and Clint had the same kind of hobo chic look going on.
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Post by LadyLizard » Sun Aug 20, 2017 2:02 am

Clint was wearing his usual outfit. Ripped jeans, which were just about ready to be in the state that they had to be thrown out from the coffee stains alone, and a rumpled t shirt he'd had on the floor by his bed when he woke up. It smelled okay, so he'd deemed it wearable. It had a cartoon of Michelangelo the Ninja Turtle holding a pizza with the words "There's a party in my mouth" on it. His usual purple converse didn't necessarily match but they were worked just fine as far as he was concerned.

Besides his clothes, though, he was littered in bandages. Turns out vacations were a little more dangerous than it should be. He had one arm bandaged at the forearm, one on his hip you could see when his shirt rode up (or his pants slipped down, since he hadn't bothered with a belt), and two bandages on his face. His knuckles were bruised and still cracked and he had a split lip that was still healing.

It was a testament to how well they knew him that no one but the newer Avengers batted an eye.

Clint recognized mostly everyone, although seeing Warmachine surprised him a little. He hadn't figured Tony Stark's friend to become an Avenger officially. No one said anything to him, though. Wanda, Pietro, James (Rhodes?? He didn't remember what Tony called him), and Sam went back to their training. The place was set up as a training course and they seemed to have just started fighting together to get through it.

Steve and Natasha were watching their progress from the ground floor area and Bucky Barnes was with them. He recognized their face easy, even if he'd never been a history buff. He'd read enough Captain America comics as a kid to recognize Steve's friend. And it helped that he'd just recently been a known assassin with a metal arm, of course. Natasha hadn't been quiet about his sudden arrival, not after Steve made it his mission to find him. Clint just hadn't thought much of it until now. The guy was alive; fucking alive after 70 years and he hadn't been frozen like Cap so what the hell?

Blinking out of his thoughts, he watched Bucky turn to Steve, and the blond finally moved over to Clint. Natasha threw him a smile when he first came in and Clint moved to meet Steve in the middle.

"Yeah, Bucky. Hey, Clint. Thanks for coming on such a short notice. I know Nat said you were on vacation.." He looked at Nat at that, as if confirming it. Clint figured there had been more to that conversation than just that but he didn't care to ask what.

"Uh yeah. I guess you could call it that and it's not problem since I finished the last season of dog cops yesterday," he answered, letting Steve put his hand on his shoulder, although he was hyperaware of the fact that the man telegraphed his every movement. He didn't know if that was unconscious on his part or not but Clint appreciated it. He chalked it up to another thing he liked about Steve Rogers.

Steve offered him a smile.

"Alright. Well Clint, this is Bucky-I think Nat briefed you on a bit about him?" Clint just nodded, although he was hard pressed to mention that there wasn't any chance in hell he wouldn't have known that already anyhow.

"Bucky, this is Clint. He's Hawkeye when he's in uniform, don't know if you know him." Steve said to Bucky.

Clint nodded in greeting, not making any move to offer his hands, considering the tenseness in the other's guy shoulders. He stuffed his own hands in his pockets and slouched a little bit.

"Hey," he greeted again.

After that was over with, Clint turned to Steve.

"So-what did you call me for, Cap? Need me to shoot at these guys?" He motioned over to the new Avengers, jiggling a shoulder to emphasize his bow and arrow that was packed up and slung over his back. He'd brought it just in case, but he'd find a perfectly good reason to use it if he wanted to anyway, and it didn't matter if Steve didn't ask him to.

Natasha had already turned away to speak to Wanda about something and Steve looked a little sheepish at his question, making Clint frown a little bit, looking at him expectantly.

"Uh well..actually. I was kinda hoping that you can hang out with Bucky today?" He made a face, as if he knew he was asking for too much. "I mean, you're welcome to train with us any time, the guys would probably do well to learn to fight with you some more considering how things went down in Sokovia, but..."

Clint bit on of his lip hard enough to make the wound reopen.

"You want me to babysit," he finished for him, making Steve duck his head, and look away.
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Post by LadyLizard » Sun Aug 20, 2017 2:02 am

One of the things that James couldn't figure out was why Clint was wearing a t-shirt showing a turtle and pizza. What even. The future was weird and stuff, sure, but turtles eating pizza? James was pretty sure that that wasn't supposed to happen. Although he'd been feeding himself out of dumpsters and stolen candy bars so he probably wasn't at all qualified to comment.

He was, however, totally qualified to think that Clint was an utter mess. James had to wonder what he was supposed to do if he spontaneously combusted from his injuries or something. That probably would look really bad to the average citizen if an Avenger keeled over and died while in his company. Even if James wouldn't have had anything to do with it. Not killing people was kind of a goal now, although James was sure that he wouldn't be allowed peace for long. Sure, Hydra was gone, but there was always someone looking to use the Winter Soldier for their own good. If it wasn't a cult of Nazis it would be the actual government, or some freelance contractor.

When Steve started going over to Clint, James hesitated a fraction before following him. The other man would have told him if he was supposed to stay back, which he most certainly did not want to do at the moment. Even if the others were distracted with the course, he'd bet that Natalia would be totally willing to take him down if he seemed to pose a threat. Just because Steve seemed to think he could do no wrong didn't mean that that was accurate. Natalia knew better, even if she did seem to be making a bit of an effort to not make it obvious she was on guard every time they were in the same building.

Clint was definitely staring at him, though. Well, that wasn't too unusual. How many people had a metal arm? Um, one. Despite the fact that James was kind of hiding behind Steve a little didn't seem to deter him. Still, a lot of people stared at him, even if the long sleeves of his hoodie didn't make his metal arm as obvious as it could have been. At least Clint didn't immediately start begging him to let him poke at it like Stark had. James had really been out of his depth then.

Well, Natasha and Steve trusted him, at least. James wasn't sure what the rest of the team thought about him, but he didn't know anything about them other than their names so he really didn't care about their opinions. They were strangers capable of killing or incapacitating him, and he was going to keep his head down until such time as he was sure none of them were going to turn their capabilities on him. He puzzled over the word 'vacation' for a moment before ignoring it. Jarvis, the AI that Tony had created (and wasn't that a shocking moment), was always happy to answer his questions and the two of them could go over the concept later. He made a mental note to go over just about everything that came out of Clint's mouth as well, because James had no idea what he was talking about.

The idea of Nat briefing Clint about him wasn't exactly something he was surprised about. He probably should have found it a bit weird that they were talking about him while he wasn't around, but he had literally no concept of self privacy and didn't really care about it. Since there was nothing to keep private about himself with Hydra, he didn't really get why he'd want to be private now. Ask and ye shall receive.

"Hey," he repeated back quietly. James had no idea who Hawkeye was, or Clint for that matter, so he had no idea why Steve had mentioned that. It was something else he could use to look the guy up, though, so it wasn't all bad. Plus, he should probably be trying to learn about the new Avengers team. Fortunately Clint didn't make any move to initiate contact. Until he learned a little more about him, James was keeping his hands and thoughts to himself. Clint might seem innocent, but James was very willing to bet that he was not.

And he couldn't deny that he was on guard against him, which Clint probably picked up. The change in Clint's posture did help him seem like a little less of a threat, but a grand total of two people had shown him kindness in his life and he wouldn't put money on Clint being number three. Polite or not, he was a stranger.

Definitely at Avengers level of weird, though. 'Hey what's up, want me to shoot someone?' Even by James' standards, that seemed kind of odd. It took him a moment to recognize the bow case, since it had been a long time since he'd seen anyone use them. While Hydra had been thorough with his weapons training, they'd only given a brief and vague lesson on archery, since guns were more reliable for snipers' shots like the one James had been prone to doing.

When Clint frowned at Steve, James shifted his weight backward. If this was going to be some kind of problem between the two of them, he didn't exactly want to stick around and watch them bicker at each other. He doubted they'd start fighting, but he wanted no part in conflict, and if things weren't going to work out with Clint, he could hide himself in a corner of the training room and wait for Steve to be done for the day.

Steve didn't answer Clint's statement right away. "Yes," James answered for him. He generally wasn't one for talking much, but they couldn't all stand there staring at each other. The only reason Steve had called Clint was because he was busy, and it was no help to either of them if he stayed clammed up. "I behave," he added, unsure what he was supposed to say or if he was supposed to say anything. Still,, he might as well let Clint know that he wouldn't be trouble.
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Post by LadyLizard » Sun Aug 20, 2017 2:03 am

Clint's gaze immediately jumped over to Bucky when he answered for Steve. The other blond had hesitated, trying to come up with an alternative way of putting it, but Clint appreciated the other's honestly. He obviously was well aware of what was going on.

At his comment, Clint smiled wide, and nodded.

"Alright. Go do your thing, Cap," he said, bumping his shoulder against Steve's. "We'll get out of your hair."

Steve blinked at his easy answer. "Uh-you don't have to leave-"

Clint snorted. "I'm not kidnapping him. If he doesn't wanna go anywhere, fine by me," he said, looking at Bucky instead of Steve, so he knew he was talking to him as well. "But sticking around and watching you guys play fight? Not my idea of a fun time unless I can participate. Plus, better not to be in the room if they're blowing shit up."

Just then Rhodes shot at a dummy enemy and Clint raised an eyebrow pointedly, point obviously made.
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Post by LadyLizard » Sun Aug 20, 2017 2:03 am

James had no idea why Steve had hesitated, because babysitting was exactly what he was asking Clint to do. No reason in trying to make it sound better by sugarcoating things. And Clint had been briefed about him, so he knew what he was getting into, at least. Sure, he didn't know just how bad the Winter Soldier could get, but he had some idea of who he was dealing with. Plus Steve wouldn't have called him if he didn't think that he would be able to handle James should something happen.

He tilted his head slightly when Clint bumped his shoulder against Steve's. Was that some kind of friendship thing? Of course Steve tried to convince Clint that he didn't have to help or do anything useful. Probably just a Steve thing instead of a humans-in-general thing, but he mentally filed it for future reference. The reference to kidnapping confused him a bit, since he was pretty sure that Clint couldn't make him do anything he didn't want to.

When Rhodes shot at one of the dummies, James shifted his weight a little, all too aware of what could happen if he decided the ex-Winter Soldier was a better target. "I'll be fine," he told Steve quietly. Besides, what was the weirdest thing that could happen with Clint? He was an Avenger, they couldn't get into too much trouble as long as James behaved like he'd said he would.
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Post by LadyLizard » Sun Aug 20, 2017 2:03 am

Steve sighed when Bucky agreed with Clint and pursed his lips for a long second before nodding.

"Alright. Call me if anything or F.R.I.D.A.Y will automatically notify me if you can't and something happens. Stark set her up here," he told Clint.

"Ah, no wonder the voice was familiar," he mumbled, but shooed off Steve away. Steve hesitated another second before he moved to go back to the other group, palming Bucky's shoulder briefly on the way.

Clint waited until he was by Natasha before looking at Bucky.

"So. I didn't have breakfast. You hungry?"
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Post by LadyLizard » Sun Aug 20, 2017 2:03 am

James waited for Steve to agree with him and Clint before offering Steve a small smile. He hadn't exactly gotten the hang of the whole smiling thing yet, mostly because he was usually trying to figure out where he stood with the strange new people he was meeting, but he managed it pretty well. "I will," he promised when Steve told them to call him if something happened. When Steve touched him, he briefly froze, which was habit more than anything. He didn't mind Steve touching him, it was just hard to have to consciously remind himself that the man wasn't about to hurt him.

Once Steve was gone, James glanced over at Clint. Babysitting duty for a ninety-year-old cyborg probably wasn't what he'd expected when he answered Steve's call. He shrugged slightly at the question. "I could eat," he replied.
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Post by LadyLizard » Sun Aug 20, 2017 2:03 am

Clint watched Steve go quietly and then nodded at Bucky when he agreed. Smiling, he motioned for Bucky to follow him, going back the way he came. The doors opened automatically and Clint didn't say anything until the elevator opened and they were forced to go in. Thankfully it was a huge elevator so Clint just moved over to over corner once he pressed the floor button.

"The fifth floor has a cafeteria," he mentioned. "I know they have all you can eat nachos on Wednesday." Clint frowned ardently. "What day is it?" He had no idea. Hadn't bothered to keep track.
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Post by LadyLizard » Sun Aug 20, 2017 2:04 am

James followed as requested, automatically glancing ahead of them to catalogue security and exits before dropping his gaze to somewhere around Clint's shoulders. He had yet to have any kind of liking for the elevator, and he appreciated the other man keeping space between them.

He listened quietly as Clint spoke. The talk about nachos went right over his head, but he did understand the rest of it. Steve had made sure he'd know how to find everything he'd need while he was at the headquarters, and left him alone with F.R.I.D.A.Y. for a few minutes, subtly letting him ask any questions he had in private.

Clint's question made him blink. "Don't know." Steve had gone over the calendar system with him with a few other basics, even though he knew how that worked, thanks, but James hadn't thought to actually ask what day it was. It hadn't seemed to important at the time, but maybe it was. He'd have to ask about that later. At this rate, he would have to start carrying around a book of things to figure out. Or just come out and ask people, which wasn't a prospect he was overjoyed with.
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Post by LadyLizard » Sun Aug 20, 2017 2:04 am

Clint didn't seem to mind that Bucky didn't know. He nodded quietly, picking at one of his nails as he leaned against the elevator wall.

'I guess we'll find out eventually." Hopefully it was nacho day. He was kinda craving some guacamole.

Once the doors opened, Clint went ahead, leading they way into the cafeteria not far from it. It was pretty spacious, big enough for big superheroes, and staff alike. Clint followed the signs till he found out what he wanted.

"Awesome. They've taco bowls," he said, rubbing his hands together. He snatched up a soda can from the fridge section and glanced at Bucky briefly.

"Do you know what you like?" He wasn't sure how things worked with him. Was he aware of liking things before? Or was he just a blank slate? All Natasha had said was that he'd been brainwashed and had his memories messed with. That wasn't much to go on.
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Post by LadyLizard » Sun Aug 20, 2017 2:04 am

James kind of had to wonder who was babysitting who. Neither one of them knowing the date kind of seemed like a bad sign. Of course, he hadn't remembered his own name a few months ago, or even known he had one, so he was doing better than before. And Clint was a walking wreck, from what James had seen of him. But it still made him wonder, both if memorizing the days were important and whether nacho Wednesday was a universally celebrated occurrence.

The cafeteria was nice enough as far as James was concerned, although he didn't have much precedence to compare it to. Mostly he liked that it was spacious, open, and secure. As with the nachos, the reference to tacos completely passed him by, but it seemed like he'd be able to figure it out soon enough. He picked a soda can at random from the fridge, glancing back at Clint when the other man looked at him.

"No idea," he said. "Banner said to mostly feed me protein bars but we got takeout last night and it tasted all right. Steve mentioned a couple things I used to be allergic to, but we don't know if I still am. He wouldn't let me eat some to find out." James clearly thought that his friend had been unreasonably cautious. There was every chance that the serum he'd gotten had knocked out his allergies, but Steve had firmly refused to let him chow down on food he'd previously been allergic to just to test the theory.
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Post by LadyLizard » Sun Aug 20, 2017 2:04 am

Clint's eyebrows rose up at that. "So you're on baby food for a while," he realized. He snatched up a protein filled chocolate milk. "You should try this. Soda is good but when I got my stomach pumped one time I ate jello and these for a week and it helped a hell of a lot once I got real food in me."

He got it for him without saying anything and moved up to the counter. He smiled at the girl behind the counter and ordered a taco bowl. He got beef, rice, beans, corn, pico de gallo, sour cream, guacamole, green onions, cheese, and some olives. The entire thing was a huge tower on the taco shell and Clint thanked the girl as he grabbed his plate.

Putting his off to the side, he looked over at Bucky.

"Alright. What kind of take did you eat yesterday?"
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Post by LadyLizard » Sun Aug 20, 2017 2:04 am

James shrugged. "Banner said if I don't keep my weight up the arm will start tearing at the muscular and nervous systems it's attached to." Needless to say, that was something they all wanted to avoid. Steve had looked horrified by the information, but James had kept quiet. If that actually happened, he'd be the one that would be dealing with most of the fallout.

He eyed the milk with mixed curiosity and suspicion, although it was mostly the former. This new trend of decorating food containers with bright and elaborate designs was a little mystifying, but he rolled with it. Admittedly it was interesting. Clint's story was heard with interest but he said nothing in response. While his body worked a little differently than most, due to something Banner and Steve called 'the serum', he figured that was more or less what would happen with him.

At the huge amount of food Clint got, he raised an eyebrow, wondering how on earth he was going to eat it all. Well, it wouldn't be James' fault if Clint couldn't handle it. It would still be amusing to watch. So far Clint was quite an unusual person, but he wasn't anywhere near the worst one.

"Pizza and some kind of noodles," he answered. He had no idea what kind of food the noodles had been, but it seemed like Steve was trying to be careful with what he fed him. Since James had partially been living off trash, that made no sense to him, but he supposed he should appreciate it.
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Clint grimaced. "Definitely best to have as much protein as you can then," he mumbled, trying not to picture it happening and failing. That was not a pretty picture and he couldn't imagine how much it would hurt to happen. Well, if he was babysitting, he certainly wouldn't let it.

"Hm. Pizza already? Well at least you're learning the food groups. Pizza is at the top." Of course it wasn't the healthy food pyramid he was talking about.

"Alright. I recommend a taco bowl but there's soup too. And one of those sandwiches." He nodded at the pre made sandwiches off to the side. "If you get a bowl, guacomole, rice, beans, cheese and beef, are your best bet. Anything else will just be extra."
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Post by LadyLizard » Sun Aug 20, 2017 2:05 am

James could tell from Clint's face that he had a pretty good idea of what would happen if he didn't eat enough. Well, if Steve trusted him, Clint wouldn't let him starve. Or at least he'd been helpful so far, and while James was admittedly suspicious of new people, Clint had been nice until now and there was no reason for him to change.

"The top," he repeated, somewhat skeptically. While he had little idea of nutritional values and the like, he was pretty sure that pizza wasn't normally at the top of the food chain. Although none of them were normal in the first place, so...

"Okay," he said quietly, glancing around at his options. He ended up choosing a taco bowl, fixing it as Clint had recommended apart from the guacamole. That just looked strange to him. Since he usually ate a lot, he grabbed a sandwich as well and then stood there looking at Clint to see what happened next.
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Grabbing his stuff again after Bucky had his stuff, Clint slid over to the register area, grabbing forks and napkins for the two of them, and admittedly more than necessary in case he spilled something like he was prone to do.

The cashier racked up their order and Clint patted his jeans down until he found his wallet and handed over the cash. He had plenty so he didn't bother to ask Bucky if he had any for himself. Once that was done, Clint nodded to one of the free tables. The place was pretty much empty except for a guy in the corner.

"Best seat in the house," he insisted, picking it out and flopping down. The seat was just like he said; the best. It covered all bases of the place, clear view of the exits, the staff, and had their backs to the wall safely without being cornered in. He hadn't done it only for Bucky either.
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James followed, totally unsure as to what happened next. It seemed like Clint knew his way around, so he wasn't too skittish, but he couldn't help but keep an eye on the people closest to him. That habit wasn't likely to go away any time soon. He wasn't sure how Clint would react if something happened, but he at least knew that he didn't have to keep an eye on him, so that was a bonus.

It was a good thing that Clint had money, because that was yet something that James had to figure out. Steve had given him a credit card and promised to lay out the basics of the monetary system later. He cocked his head to the side when Clint claimed the place he'd chosen was the best seat, but it didn't take him long to agree.

"Thanks," James murmured. He had no idea what Clint's background was, but he didn't assume that it was only for him. People didn't treat him that kindly. But he did appreciate it, since he had no desire to have his back to anything or to be cornered somewhere.
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Post by LadyLizard » Sun Aug 20, 2017 2:05 am

Clint just grunted at his thanks, opening his soda can, and sliding over his milk to him. He grabbed his fork and mixed his food in the taco bowl so it would all be coated evenly with sour cream and guacamole. He dug in, leaving Bucky to do the same.

He made a pleased sound at the taste and ate another spoonful.
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James followed Clint's lead, taking a sip of the milk when it was passed over. It tasted a little strange but he put that down to the protein mix additive. Although he was still getting used to the fact that everything had so much taste to it. He wasn't complaining, though. Everything beat what Hydra fed him on the occasions it was necessary for them to do so.

The taco bowl, though, that was something else. James liked it, though, so there was that. He tilted his head a bit when Clint made a pleased noise but didn't comment on it. So far the strangest thing by far was other humans.
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Post by LadyLizard » Sun Aug 20, 2017 2:06 am

Clint didn't even glance at him to know if he was eating or not. He was focused solely on the delicious plate of food in front of him. He hadn't eaten since about a day and a half ago, if his estimate was right, except for a few cups of coffee and left over crusts from a pizza the other day. He hadn't bothered to get out of bed until Steve had called him except to walk Lucky.

He wasn't exactly depressed or anything but he wasn't exactly interested in being out in the world either.

Clint polished off his food with large, even bites. He drank his soda every so often, leaving some behind for when he finished the rest of the food. Eventually all that was left was some grease and sour cream with crumbs of the taco shell so he shoveled it into his mouth and grabbed the soda to wash it down.

Belching into his fist, he finally turned to Bucky, to see how he was faring with his meal.
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James didn't pay too much attention to what Clint was doing. The taco bowls might be a weird new form of food, but he liked them well enough. And of course all the flavours were appreciated. He wasn't too used to having a huge variety of food available, considering he'd been begging for food or stealing it for months.

But this taco bowl stuff was pretty good. He ate pretty quickly, because he tended not to waste time. Unfortunately he never really had any idea how long he'd be in one place, so he literally had no idea how to take his time when he was eating. Therefore he was done pretty quickly, but he ate slowly enough that he didn't risk upsetting his stomach. That had been a only-one-lesson-needed kind of thing.

When Clint looked over at him, he glanced back, taking a sip of his soda. He'd finished the rest but he wasn't in any hurry to leave unless Clint was. After all, it wasn't exactly like they could go out for a drive or something.
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Post by LadyLizard » Sun Aug 20, 2017 2:10 am

Clint smiled slightly when he saw Bucky had finished. "Like it, did ya?" Well at least he'd been able to feed him. Steve couldn't say he was shit at babysitting if it came down to it. Of course, there was still plenty of time to fuck it up.

For a few minutes, Clint just sat back, and finished the rest of his soda, belching into his hand slightly as he started digesting.

Once they were both done and not in risk of exploding, Clint gathered up the trash. "So how long have you been back anyway? With Steve, I mean." Bucky didn't seem to mind answering questions so he figured it wouldn't hurt.
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Post by LadyLizard » Sun Aug 20, 2017 2:10 am

"Yes," James answered with a slight smile. Hopefully Clint would feed him again later if they ended up spending the rest of the day together. Steve had handed him off to Clint but James had no idea how long they were supposed to be staying together. As long as he was fed and Clint was nice to him, he couldn't really complain too much.

Since Clint sat back, James did the same thing, crossing his ankles and staying quiet. He helped Clint get the trash together but only followed his lead with what they were doing. At the question, he just shrugged a little.

"About three days." Steve had said he'd been on his own for about four months, but James wasn't exactly sure if that was accurate. It had felt like a lot longer. He did know that he hadn't particularly enjoyed it.
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