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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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[Dick is a sensible person who's getting far too good at Bucky hunting, which is why he only has to wait for about an hour before he'll see a familiar figure slipping through the ruins below.

He's on his way back to where he's camping at the moment to check on his bandages, really hoping everything has healed up properly because he doesn't want to face Stephen Strange while he's stealing from the hospital again.]

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[ Rather than risk provoking a confrontation Dick settles in behind him at an easy pace, staying a fair distance away. Giving him plenty of time to notice he has a pursuer, plenty of time to identify the target. He's prepared to be patient. Persistent. ]

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[It doesn't take long. A mixture of training and survival instincts have him noticing that he's being followed within about a block, and then another half block to figure out who it is.

He stops and turns, looking right at Dick.]

Did you want something, or is this a game?

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[ Well that gives him a pretty good sense of what to expect here, anyway. He stays on his chosen perch; not encroaching any further. ]

I got the impression we were past the team tag phase.

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Me too, but you're the one following me about.

[So an explanation would be good right about here, Dick.]

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Been a while. Thought I'd check in while I was in the neighborhood. [ Said with untarnished innocence.

He hops down from his perch with a light-footed flip. ]

How've you been?

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[He looks a bit more bedraggled than usual, and Dick might notice that his movements aren't quite as fluid as they usually are, but otherwise he's unchanged.]

Fine.

[Mr. Conversational skills is Bucky. The silence stretches a bit before he realises that he should probably ask in return.]

You?

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[ Luckily Dick is used to carrying on conversations with human brick walls. ]

Better now that I can see over the handlebars on the bike again. [ The answer comes easily, which makes the pause he lingers on now harder to step around. ]

...Not that I really expect you to take us up on the offer, but I want you to know it's still open, if you ever need a place to crash again.

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[His lips quirk up ever so slightly.]

You were one hell of a punk as a kid, anyone ever tell you that?

[He's not even going to acknowledge the rest of that, he doesn't want to talk about how different he had been and what that all means.]

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Not the first I've heard that. [ But it makes him smile, broad and a little sheepish. He'd hurt family and many friends. Whatever the transformation had done to James' state of mind, he's glad he hadn't managed to make it worse. ]

Sorry I wasn't more interested in making new friends.

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[Thankfully, Clark had been there to stop it completely imploding him when the whole thing was over.]

I don't need your apologies, nobody was-- [Themselves.] --nobody could control what happened to them and how they behaved.

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Yeah. Guess stewing in it's not doing anybody any favors. [ He knows he'd gotten off comparatively light, traumatized younger siblings notwithstanding.

And with that: ]

So, where to now? [ He's apparently under the impression that he's coming along. ]

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So you're coming with me now?

[He looks half amused and half annoyed, changing his direction pretty abruptly to head towards a different ruined building.]

Maybe you're still a stubborn punk now you're grown up.

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Well, what can I say? I've always had a knack for being a pain in the behind.

[ It isn't a no, which delights him more than he should probably let on. He falls into step behind him. ]

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Seems like that's a knack a lot of people here have.

[Stupid stubborn heroes who just won't leave him alone.]

--you coping okay?