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Nothing would ever be as sweet as this.  Tony Stark had not liked his father much, but every son has a need for revenge when they don't get to take out the big bad in their life personally.  His dad hadn't hit him, but abuse can work down other channels.  And even so, his old man hadn't deserved to die, and certainly not like he did.  It was so ordinary to be shot down, for it to look like a cheap accident.  Though it left Tony free of him, it also robbed him of his mother in the same stroke.  He never understdood why unless it was all just for show.

Though he'd never had a name or a face, Tony had hated Bucky Barnes for a very long time.  That his parents' murderer had been Steve Rogers' best friend, or had been brainwashed to be some sort of mindless slug, he didn't care.  He hadn't cared at all, not until he found him asleep on that birdshit stained park bench with newspapers over him.  And he hadn't cared then either when he stood there, repulsors aimed towards that piece of scum, until he muttered something in Russian and rolled onto his side.

The cap slipped.  His gaunt face showed a man half his own age, looking absolutely wretched and...lost.

Tony Stark had spent the better part of a week on the new suit which, he did tell JARVIS, he didn't quite care if it could kill him or not with the way he disregarded every last safety measure in the book he himself had written.  He'd managed to keep is secret from all of the comers and goers from the Tower too.

And now, now that he's here, now that the Winter Soldier had been tracked down in this park in the slums of DC, he can't bring himself to that revenge that had kept him drunk since he discovered how to track the man.

So Tony stands there.  And waits.  And sometimes forgets to breathe.

Date: 2014-05-04 03:53 pm (UTC)
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Bruce does sigh because he doesn't know what answer the other man had been looking for but it was never going to be the right one. Bruce doesn't exactly know what to do either. Steve had been his best advice. He's not clear on what the point is with Tony keeping him. He makes a mental note to check in a few days from now.

Bucky is still in front of the TV. They've been talking about Hydra quite a bit. People that had been in Pierce's pocket for years that are still missing. They mention him once or twice but nobody seems to know what to make of him. Which is okay. He doesn't know either. Commercials always interrupt important things and they're just... weird. Why wouldn't you just use a knife to slice a banana?

His attention shifts when Tony speaks and he presses his lips together. It's complicated. He shakes his head and helpfully responds, "I don't know."

Date: 2014-05-05 03:25 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] who_is_bucky
He stares at Tony and his annoyed look in confusion--he had answered him. It's not his fault the answer hadn't matched what he'd expected. Bucky warily watches the other man, concerned he's about to be punished and says instead, "Mission."

It's the first thing that comes to mind. It's one of those things that's ingrained to his bones. The order makes his forehead crease. He is focusing. "And..." he searches for the word he wants before he says, "And alarm. He made me remember." Bucky wet the corner of his mouth. "I wasn't supposed to remember."

Date: 2014-05-05 03:46 am (UTC)
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Is that wrong too? Tony is acting like it's wrong. Bucky is doing his best here but he just looks more confused as the other man plops down on the bed. His gaze follows him though he doesn't really move at all. He just breathes, slow and even and through his nose as he tries to make sense of things.

Remembering is a good thing. He repeats it in his head a few times in the hopes that it sticks properly. "I think so, but I don't..." he cuts himself off and shakes his head. He knows Tony doesn't like him to say he doesn't know so he won't. "He thinks so. That exhibit thinks so."

His head tilts toward Tony--giving himself orders? "How?"

Date: 2014-05-08 12:30 am (UTC)
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Bucky thinks it would be more conducive if he just strangled him but that's another thing entirely. Hydra hadn't taught him to take care of himself and had taken his choices from him. What had he really expected when he'd gone looking?

He stands up to go into the bathroom to get his clothes. His filthy clothes. Bucky strips off the robe before he's even to the bathroom. Hopefully Tony doesn't mind what he had been wearing but he kind of doesn't own anything else.

Date: 2014-05-14 02:39 pm (UTC)
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It isn't terribly concerned with his clothes or how he smells. He doesn't think about it because he's never been taught to care. He had taken showers when they had said and sometimes he'd woken up clean out of the freezer. He tries not to think about what he remembers.

He is nearly silent as he follows Tony down to the car. Bucky doesn't do seatbelts either. He sits still and mostly just stares ahead of him, though on occasion he forces himself to look out the window at the world.

When they get to the store, he stops dead at the entrance. There are no other exits. None that he can see. None he is comfortable assuming are just there at least. There might be a back door but he doesn't know. He glances warily at Tony; he doesn't like this.

Bucky has no idea what Pretty Woman is either so unless Tony wants to explain, he best keep quiet about it.

Date: 2014-05-15 03:40 pm (UTC)
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The push is not appreciated and Bucky gives the other man a look but he complies because he's not in a place in his head where he's comfortable with protesting just yet. He eyes the front of the store and the door to the back again, before focusing on Tony. Everything that happens next is basically met with a wide-eyed deer stare as they start to get his measurements. The only thing he won't let them near is his metal arm. He doesn't register any of them as a threat but he's paranoid. He gives Tony a few wary looks as they start to bring him things to try on.

The problem arises when they start asking him questions about his favorite colors and styles of things. He just stares at them silently. It's a little awkward but he doesn't have an answer.

Date: 2014-05-15 06:31 pm (UTC)
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This isn't exactly what he would consider 'orders' technically but he can see, at least, where Tony is coming from. It doesn't make it less of a struggle but he does understand. He frowns slightly at what the man says and eyes the colors the women are holding. What color?

"Red," he says finally. He considers blue but he's worried he'll just see Steve's eyes in everything and he's really not fond of that idea.
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