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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.

Comments

[redrooms]

Somehow, I'm not sure I believe you.

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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.]

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[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?

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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?

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No.

[Just. No.]

Make sure he doesn't lose the fingers.

[redrooms]

I'm taking care of him. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were worrying.

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But you do know better.

[This is ridiculous, he's actually bantering with her.]

I should go.

[Before this gets weirder and sucks him in further.]

[redrooms]

Oh, yes, I'm sure trudging through the snow really sucks up all of your attention.

[Still teasing! She knows about the forced isolation thing because she's pulled the same trick herself, and she doesn't want him to go down the same road. Besides, the banter is fun, and she thinks it might be good for him.]

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[There's a moment of hesitation, before he's just gone.

It's too soon, but he's finding more of himself in letting other people closer. Who knew?]