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This is the IC inbox for Bucky Barnes at Snowblind.

Network name: @bucky; formerly @j, @username, and @robertsmith

This is the place to contact Bucky over the Network. Contact by voice, text, or video is all perfectly acceptable, and there is no need to plot with me prior to posting in this inbox.

Any contact for @j following day 125, @username following day 190, or @robertsmith following day 224 will be met with the following message: USER NOT FOUND.

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[redrooms]

As well as can be expected. We've wrapped his fingers in bandages and cloth, but that isn't nearly as warm as a pair of gloves.

[advanced]

Better than nothing. Where are you heading?

[Please don't say the aquarium for the hot water there.]

[redrooms]

If I didn't know better, I'd say you're trying to avoid us.

[advanced]

[Well. Maybe.]

I'm not. So where are you heading?

[redrooms]

We're not quite sure yet. And you?

[advanced]

[If he tells her, there's the danger they're going to show up too. If he doesn't, he proves her point about hiding from them.

There's no response for a short while as he wrestles with the paranoia and distrust.]

To meet one of the doctors.

[redrooms]

Watson?

[He's the one Bucky said he trusts, after all.]

Did you go through with amputating tissue?

[advanced]

Yes and no.

I'm waiting. Don't know for how long.

[Not because he wants to be slicing bits of himself off, but because the skin is sloughing off in places already anyway.]

[redrooms]

And if I asked to meet you somewhere, what would you say?

[advanced]

I'd ask why.

[redrooms]

[She sighs. He's giving her high blood pressure.]

Because I'm worried, and we have more medical supplies than you do.

[advanced]

[His expression softens slightly, but she can't see it and text doesn't exactly convey tone well.]

I'm meeting a doctor, he has medical supplies. Don't worry about me.

[redrooms]

And after? What are you going to do about that arm?

[advanced]

[That's a good question, and one he's been asking himself quite a bit.]

Salvage it for as long as I can. Once it's off, I can't reconnect it again.

[redrooms]

Maybe Tony could take a look at it. Figure out some sort of longer term solution.

[advanced]

[That's... actually a fair suggestion. If anyone could figure it out, Tony Stark could.]

He doesn't know there's an issue with the arm to work on it.

[Hear that implication? Do not tell him, Natasha.]

[redrooms]

Please. I'm not going to tattle on you. Remember what I said about helping?

[advanced]

[And yet he doesn't feel guilty for tattling on Barton himself.]

Depending what Watson says, I'll be in touch.

[redrooms]

Somehow, I'm not sure I believe you.

[advanced]

That's smart.

[redrooms]

[That actually makes her laugh. It's the first sign of his usual humor she's seen from him, and it's a relief. Besides, she likes that side of him better.

Well. From the Bucky she knows, anyway.]

Is every version of you this damn stubborn?

[This time, though, it's clear she's teasing.]

[advanced]

[He finds himself smiling down at the tablet. Again.

Somehow she's managing to put him at ease more than anyone else here. Perhaps it's the understanding she showed when she told him about her past, a little at least, or perhaps it's just that she's been trustworthy so far.

She can't see it, but he's relaxing somewhat now.]

Stubborn will keep me alive.

And I will contact you if Watson thinks the arm needs to come off.

[Will. Not might. She can believe it or not, but to his own surprise he's actually telling the truth.]

[redrooms]

[She does believe him this time, strangely enough.]

Thank you. I knew there was some sense in you somewhere. You just like to hide it, don't you?

[advanced]

Seems like you should be used to it, travelling with Barton.

[He's just met the man, but he can already tell he's got no sense. Trying to walk places when he had no shoes, hiding his frostbite, behaving like a child.]

[redrooms]

I've been working with him for years. I'm immune.

[Natasha might be making fun of Clint way more affectionately than Bucky is, but whatever.]

Are you two in competition?