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This is the IC inbox for Bucky Barnes at Riverview.

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

Note: As of the end of December 2017, Bucky has no phone, he has destroyed it. Consequently, this inbox can only be used for in person interaction. You are still more than welcome to post here without plotting with me first.

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[ He's used to Bucky by now. Clark understands it's an attempt at a joke. He smiles. ]

Don't count me out yet.

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Ask Dick to help in your garden instead.

[It's a subtle sort of test to make sure that Clark really does know, and like, Dick or if the other man was lying to him.]

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[ That was a curveball he wasn't expecting. Clark's expression shutters closed, and he studies Bucky intently.

He's a hard man to read, even as Clark's had a few months of exposure to him. ]

You know him? [ He keeps it polite and distant. Dick is his to protect. ]

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[That's an unusual reaction, and it makes him concerned that Dick has managed to pull one over on him.]

He said he knew you.

[Not much of an answer, but he's good at the half deflecting statements.]

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[ Dick is his friend, as close as family. To be asked so suddenly and directly puts Clark on the defensive.

He doesn't really want to do that with Bucky. Clark knows he can be given the benefit of the doubt, and he follows certain patterns because they keep him alive and safe.

They don't always go well with Clark, though. He pauses before he replies firmly. ]

I don't like being tested. [ He relaxes after saying this. ] Dick is a good friend.

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I wasn't testing you, I was testing him.

[He believes what Clark says right away, at least on this, it's Dick's word about knowing Clark that made him wary.]

He's a good guy.

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I see. Okay. [ He nods. He should warn Bucky: ] A lot of people from my world know me, but I don't know them. I haven't met them yet. [ He doesn't know if they exist. Clark doesn't want to hold on to false hope. ]

He is a good guy. [ Easily Clark's favorite outside of his blood family. ]

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[He understands that, he's met people from his own world that he doesn't recognise too. And a hell of a lot from alternative worlds that he has no idea if he'll ever meet.]

I threw yogurt in his face when we met, he brought me a whole case of them later.

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[ It's classic Dick Grayson. Clark chuckles.

He's glad Bucky's making friends. ]

You've got a few of these stories, don't you? I hope we'll laugh about you breaking your leg on my skin someday.

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[How to make friends with Bucky tends to consist of more fighting than most people. He snorts quietly and stands up from the table.]

One day.

[At least Clark isn't breaking down, that's what he came to check.]

You need help, call me next time.

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[ He wasn't aware he needed help this time. It's not Clark's natural instinct to rely on others to staunch his wounds. He usually waits for them to heal. ]

I'll call.

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Good. I'll call on you in a few days, check in.

[And with that, he turns to leave.]