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Bucky lives at #100 David Cliff Apartments, though he does not often sleep there. Any message left for him there will, however, be received.

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Because—

[She’s not about to tell him that he’s right, but, he is. It does hurt, but in other ways it’s been oddly comforting. He doesn’t know her, he didn’t know her as Skye. So he can’t be disappointed in who she’s become now.]

I’m worried about you.

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[It's not a good answer, but neither is it a bad one. He just can't tell if it's a true answer, and so there's a long pause before he replies.]

What did you call him?

[morethan084]

[She isn’t sure if he means what she called Bucky, or if he meant what their relationship status was called. Either way, Daisy thinks it’s safer to play dumb.]

What do you mean—?

I called him Bucky.

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[That's... good, it's easier. He's not ready to claim Bucky for himself yet with anyone but Steve, and he wants a way to differentiate between the two of them, make them two separate men in her head.]

Then you can call me James, okay?

[morethan084]

[Relieved that wasn't asking what they were together, Daisy presses her lips together as she nods.]

Okay.

[She smiles tiredly, understanding what it was like to feel the need to rebrand herself.]

Offer still stands, James.

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Thank you.

[And not just for the offer of the movie. For the first time since they met, he offers her a proper smile, the usual latent tension he carries around her dissipating. It means a lot that she understands, that she'll grant him this barrier of being other to the one she knew.]

Maybe another time, okay?

[morethan084]

[It’s been months since Daisy has seen Bucky genuinely smile, and it makes her stomach do a flip.

It’s hard for her to keep feeling disappointed when he smiles at her like that, and she knows better than to keep pushing.]

Okay.

[It’s progress at least?]

I’ll see you around?

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Yeah.

[His smile lifts even further for a second, approval and appreciation for her not pushing, before it fades away into his usual customary neutrality.]

Another time.

[And then he turns to leave.]