[ bucky has a feeling most people in the dust left behind of foster's world were gratified, once upon a time, to hear those words. it meant he'd taken the measure of you, found it acceptable, amidst thronging crowds of shortcomings.
foster has a different kind of magnetism from his best friend.
but he imagines foster, like steve, still made people want to be better than they were. ]
so happens i've got free time for a project.
[ he doesn't want to be better around foster, oddly. matter of fact, he feels for once like it's okay not to be.
[ The thought applies more directly to Clark than to Bruce. He is always a man who senses vulnerabilities first. Gotham is not a place that nurtures otherwise — and yet, Gotham steals kindness from the dark as quickly as pearls. Gotham had its own hope before the Bat, before Metropolis had Superman. ]
[ He doesn't need angels. But he does require people not hesitate, when the time comes. ]
[ The next message is three names: Charles Xavier, John Watson, Peggy Carter. Names, descriptions, assessment of skill. He notes that Charles is a mutant, and powerful, but nothing of his telepathy — further details in person. Peggy stands as the next biggest threat due to her intelligence. A copy of the encryption they use, not as secure as the one he's using now — line by line of code clearly delineated so Bucky understands everything that it does. Then, a quick explanation. Stand together against the threats the natives can't foresee. To deal with people the Guard might not. Then, another message, a fourth name and file: Diana. She'll help, but he's thinking of assigning his powerful piece to liaison with the Guard. They need friends. A strong network. He doesn't require strict approval, it's just a request for an opinion. ]
[ He reads the names, the details, profiles and locks the information away, ready to be dissected further. He trusts that the encryption is already implemented, but he deactivates and reactivates the protocols just in case.
Because that name: Peggy Carter. That needs some discussion. ]
coming to your location.
[ Bucky arrives at the standard issue lodgings in three minutes and forty-six seconds. Calls, simply, ]
[ He's by the door in the shadows, because you know what they say about old habits. Atsushi is out — and Bruce has long since picked this place clean of bugs and surveillance. Magic he can do nothing about. ]
[ Entering, he knows they're alone. Outer surveillance pays off (old habits). A quick scan of the area, listening carefully, affirms this just in case.
So he speaks freely. ]
I approve of the list. Provided you leave Agent Carter to me.
[ Fraternize all you like, Friendly, but spying on the spy is on reserve. ]
You might say I knew her in a different time. A different place.
[ It's personal. He knows this at once, and accepts it with a shrug. What he knows of the two now line up neatly — names, dates, what they give him will be pieced together. Bruce always solves the puzzle, in the end. ]
I'm learning to share. [ Look at him, being funny. ] Anyone you have in mind?
[ A quick, subtle thing. Like so much else — they live for the details. ]
[ Bruce heads over to the small kitchen, for two mugs of tea. It's not a trap. ]
I noticed.
[ He had guessed it would be, like anything he would create. Hasn't taken the risk without access to a burner. Bruce is intelligent, but he doesn't discount the idea of a cyborg. He's not going in unprepared. ]
[ Watching his movements, recognizing the gait. Muscles suffering decades of exhaustion; bones steeped in such vigilance the exhaustion doesn't stand a chance. How Bucky looks in a reflective glass window, sprinting down the streets of Bucharest. ]
I trust if you made the mistake of testing my limits, you'd regret it. And you'd know that.
[ There are some things he knows he wouldn't do — choice becomes habit, and Bruce resists certain changes. He doesn't like to be predictable, but understands and masters the ways in which he is. ]
I protect what's mine.
[And so do you. That's how deep the shadows go, but he's surprised to find a question among them. Are you one of mine?]
[ Not a could be or would be. He doesn't deal in those possibilities. One is, or one is not. ]
[ Bucky knows Foster doesn't need him to echo the sentiment. Cut from the same cloth, just sewn in different directions. The patterns collide easily enough. Unexpected, but a mercy. ]
You're not lucky. [ (An understatement he doesn't know the half of. One day.) He gestures his only hand between them. ] This works for a reason.
[ A silent reminder that hey, friend, take the reason away — the machine will shut down. Don't do it. Even if we know you won't.
[ (He's lucky, and so is Bucky. They're both not dead by each other's hands.) A mercy, the only mercy. He doesn't know what to build with this — Ana would. Bruce knows her too well by far to suggest she's naive to hold out trust for him like that. He's done some successful experiments. Holding out his heart and the truth of his soul for Diana. For Clark. ]
[ Maybe not with anyone else. ]
[ He brings the tea over and sits, nursing his. The machine functions perfectly because it's meant to, it's well and good, but Bruce isn't on that scale anymore. This is bigger than him, bigger than Gotham. ]
[ He doesn't drink. Not yet. Doesn't sit — not yet.
He moves to the window, pulls the shade back enough to get a view of the dirty, struggling crowds outside. Native, refugee, they blur together. One incalculable force to contend with.
He thinks about the mug in his hand. The weight of it, the warmth. What it means: offering it, and accepting it. ]
You mentioned teamwork, [ Bucky says, finally, and his eyes slide back to Friendly. ] I want to be on a team.
[ It has undercurrents. I want to be useful. I want to have people to rely on. I want to be reliable. I want a fight with meaning. So many, crammed into a few words, but Bucky was always economical. ]
[ It's with Diana's words that he says, quietly, ]
We can't stand alone, so we stand together.
[ He measures it out like an idle thought. It's everything but. ]
[ He's been in Diana's company often. There's an echo to those words that reminds him Friendly and the Princess came in a set.
A broken one. ]
One of yours is alone, now. [ Bucky takes a sip of the tea, keeping his eyes on Foster. ] I'm not designed to fill his shoes. [ A caveat. A careful reminder. ]
[ Two where there should be three on their coffee dates (of course he's watched). He thinks grief will come first, but it's guilt. Clark, alone, asleep, alive. ]
[ His fingers tighten on the mug. ]
You're not designed to fill anyone's shoes.
[ As though no cloud passed over him. There's no one like Clark, but that's not the point. The point is Bruce doesn't do replacements, he is not that man. ]
[ Corrupted. Twisted. Monstrous, he settles on that word because it's the one they share, but it says more about Bruce than it does about Bucky. ]
[ He's never seen a broken machine he couldn't fix or a poison his mind didn't wish to purge. But sometimes those things can't be weeded out, they grow, and all they can do is be tempered. ]
What do you want to be?
[ Same question, different context. Not a team, but as a person. He doesn't need an answer, he just wants that to take root, to be nourished if it's already there. ]
[ And everything possible. He nods, he can accept that even if he never understands it. Bruce finally drinks some of his tea, his posture conversational. They are both always prepared, but some of the tenseness has melted away. They could be lying. There's always that possibility. ]
[ But one monster to another, there's no need for intricacies. Teeth and claws will do. ]
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foster has a different kind of magnetism from his best friend.
but he imagines foster, like steve, still made people want to be better than they were. ]
so happens i've got free time for a project.
[ he doesn't want to be better around foster, oddly.
matter of fact, he feels for once like it's okay not to be.
bucky can make time for that. ]
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[ He doesn't need angels. But he does require people not hesitate, when the time comes. ]
[ The next message is three names: Charles Xavier, John Watson, Peggy Carter. Names, descriptions, assessment of skill. He notes that Charles is a mutant, and powerful, but nothing of his telepathy — further details in person. Peggy stands as the next biggest threat due to her intelligence. A copy of the encryption they use, not as secure as the one he's using now — line by line of code clearly delineated so Bucky understands everything that it does. Then, a quick explanation. Stand together against the threats the natives can't foresee. To deal with people the Guard might not. Then, another message, a fourth name and file: Diana. She'll help, but he's thinking of assigning his powerful piece to liaison with the Guard. They need friends. A strong network. He doesn't require strict approval, it's just a request for an opinion. ]
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Because that name: Peggy Carter. That needs some discussion. ]
coming to your location.
[ Bucky arrives at the standard issue lodgings in three minutes and forty-six seconds. Calls, simply, ]
...Foster.
action.
[ He's by the door in the shadows, because you know what they say about old habits. Atsushi is out — and Bruce has long since picked this place clean of bugs and surveillance. Magic he can do nothing about. ]
Come in.
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So he speaks freely. ]
I approve of the list. Provided you leave Agent Carter to me.
[ Fraternize all you like, Friendly, but spying on the spy is on reserve. ]
You might say I knew her in a different time. A different place.
[ Still funny. ]
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I'm learning to share. [ Look at him, being funny. ] Anyone you have in mind?
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Girl called Angel. Seems resourceful. Distributing an emoji app to the refugees.
[ Subtext: it's laced, clearly. ]
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[ Bruce heads over to the small kitchen, for two mugs of tea. It's not a trap. ]
I noticed.
[ He had guessed it would be, like anything he would create. Hasn't taken the risk without access to a burner. Bruce is intelligent, but he doesn't discount the idea of a cyborg. He's not going in unprepared. ]
Do you trust what I'd code for you?
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I trust if you made the mistake of testing my limits, you'd regret it. And you'd know that.
[ Concession enough? ]
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[ There are some things he knows he wouldn't do — choice becomes habit, and Bruce resists certain changes. He doesn't like to be predictable, but understands and masters the ways in which he is. ]
I protect what's mine.
[ And so do you. That's how deep the shadows go, but he's surprised to find a question among them. Are you one of mine? ]
[ Not a could be or would be. He doesn't deal in those possibilities. One is, or one is not. ]
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You're not lucky. [ (An understatement he doesn't know the half of. One day.) He gestures his only hand between them. ] This works for a reason.
[ A silent reminder that hey, friend, take the reason away — the machine will shut down. Don't do it. Even if we know you won't.
Who belongs to whom, exactly? ]
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[ Maybe not with anyone else. ]
[ He brings the tea over and sits, nursing his. The machine functions perfectly because it's meant to, it's well and good, but Bruce isn't on that scale anymore. This is bigger than him, bigger than Gotham. ]
What do you want to be?
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He moves to the window, pulls the shade back enough to get a view of the dirty, struggling crowds outside. Native, refugee, they blur together. One incalculable force to contend with.
He thinks about the mug in his hand. The weight of it, the warmth.
What it means: offering it, and accepting it. ]
You mentioned teamwork, [ Bucky says, finally, and his eyes slide back to Friendly. ] I want to be on a team.
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[ It's with Diana's words that he says, quietly, ]
We can't stand alone, so we stand together.
[ He measures it out like an idle thought. It's everything but. ]
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A broken one. ]
One of yours is alone, now. [ Bucky takes a sip of the tea, keeping his eyes on Foster. ] I'm not designed to fill his shoes. [ A caveat. A careful reminder. ]
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[ His fingers tighten on the mug. ]
You're not designed to fill anyone's shoes.
[ As though no cloud passed over him. There's no one like Clark, but that's not the point. The point is Bruce doesn't do replacements, he is not that man. ]
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I am designed, though. Even if the Natha removed some malware.
[ He places his mug down, leans forward, one elbow on his knee. ]
You understand, right.
[ Don't let your firewalls down. ]
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[ Everything malfunctions. Things fall. ]
I'm prepared.
[ The answer Bucky needs. Bruce has his own question, ]
I'm not the man who pulls you back.
[ They aren't that to each other — they can't be. So this best friend is his last resort. ]
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[ That's the simple answer. ]
His design is the same base code. I'm just the bootleg version.
[ A deformed splinter of the prototype. So flawed there was a recall issued. ]
That's how we manage.
[ That's how he handles me when I'm not myself. ]
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[ He's never seen a broken machine he couldn't fix or a poison his mind didn't wish to purge. But sometimes those things can't be weeded out, they grow, and all they can do is be tempered. ]
What do you want to be?
[ Same question, different context. Not a team, but as a person. He doesn't need an answer, he just wants that to take root, to be nourished if it's already there. ]
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[ Nothing much. Everything possible. ]
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[ And everything possible. He nods, he can accept that even if he never understands it. Bruce finally drinks some of his tea, his posture conversational. They are both always prepared, but some of the tenseness has melted away. They could be lying. There's always that possibility. ]
[ But one monster to another, there's no need for intricacies. Teeth and claws will do. ]
I started young, [ he says, in turn. ]