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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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[Bucky watches her with a fierce intensity, as if he might be a little afraid of her damaging the gramophone despite how careful she is with it. It's not an indictment on her, more just that he has such a small amount of possessions that every one of them has an increased importance.

He's silent until she's done, until the song is almost half done. When he does speak, his voice is curiously distant, as if he's speaking to the past rather than to her.]

I think I remember buying this record for-- someone else, not me. A present, maybe.

[krasnaya_vdova]

[She doesn't flinch under his scrutiny, and having been someone that lived in places like this, she knows how precious personal possessions can be. For her it was- still is- her drawing pad and her pencils. Even if she's accumulating more the longer she stays here, looks a little less like a half-starved street rat (having a high metabolism wasn't good when food scarcity was a problem) she still understands it.

She sits quietly, enjoys the music as the song plays. He's silent and she doesn't break the moment as the cascade of note quietly wafts in the small space. She smiles when he finally speaks, though, a warmth to her expression. She's glad for it- even if it's just a small piece, she's pleased that she could give him even that.]

I'm glad. Do you like it?

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Yeah.

[He wants to listen all night and see if the notes jog anything else free from his memory, but perhaps not with her there. He doesn't quite know how to ask her to go, though, they just got here and it seems rude when she got him this piece of his past.]

Yeah-- thank you.

[krasnaya_vdova]

[She brightens, warms as he says thank you and she nods in soft acceptance. Small things like this; being able to give someone a gift they really enjoy isn't something she's been able to do often so she really does appreciate the small moment of it.]

You're welcome.

[She doesn't quite have the awareness to realize directly that he doesn't know how to nicely ask her to leave. But she can pick up on the slight tension, a slight tilt of her head that's almost a question as she looks over at him.]

Is it too much? [She could understand if it was. With what had happened with her and Nat she had a very intimate awareness of how memory could push too much.]

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No.

[A little, but not too much in a bad way. He just isn't used to dealing with this sort of barrage of emotion all at once, especially positive emotions, and so it's left him a bit vulnerable.

He's quiet for a moment, trying to think of a polite way to dismiss her.]

I'm gonna keep listening for a while. It might be boring, you don't have to stay.

[krasnaya_vdova]

[She nods, looking at him. That, she catches onto. And she understands; no insult from it. She smiles at him, warm, slinging her bag over her shoulder.]

Well, I guess I'll leave you to it, then.

[There's a pause, looking at him before she quite makes it to the door.] Try not to disappear too far.

[Or else she'll leave him another note. But she likes seeing him, checking in on him, sporadic as it might be.]