'Course I would. Maybe even with a valid passport and my real name this time.
[ Another flicker at the corner of his mouth. It's... nice? just sitting in the sand, side-by-side, and talking. Waiting as that ever-present tension in his shoulders loosens. There are fewer people around at this early hour and there's a fresh sea breeze coming in off the water, free of the car exhaust and rotting trash of Manhattan. The smells of the twenty-first century had been one of the things that had shocked him most, and which he'd had to get used to. ]
And it counts. I haven't really done the whole cross-country roadtrip thing; it sounds like it'd be fun. Did you stop at diners and go see those roadside attractions? World's biggest ball of yarn?
[Daisy can definitely relate to being undercover, which is why she laughs when he mentions possibly going as himself this time. Since he's already taken his shoes off, Daisy does the same and leans back on her elbows to soak in the early morning sun. It's warm enough that she's comfortable without being too hot or too cold.]
Sometimes, yeah. Most of my time was spent--
[She stops herself, not ready to open up too much about her past.]
I was kind of a hacktivist before SHIELD. So, spent a lot of time chasing anything I could get my hands on. Putting the truth out there, which included SHIELD intel.
They can't have liked that. [ Bucky shoots her an assessing, sidelong look now; considering the ramifications of that. ] Was it before or after that whole mess with the huge dump of SHIELD files onto the internet?
[ Nat's doing. Back during aforementioned helicarrier incident: he can almost feel the sting of pain at the memory, muscle-memory in his broken shoulder, and then the accompanying sting of thinking about Nat at all. His memory's a goddamned series of traps that he keeps walking into, and having to steer away from. ]
That one may or may not have been some people I know. Knew. [ Bucky reaches for his coffee where it's been cooling in the sand; rests it against his chin thoughtfully, breathing in the scent of the fresh roast. ]
Heard things got— rocky. For you guys. After.
[ This is such a pain in the ass, the way he keeps bringing up sore subjects and walking himself or her right into them. He can't help it. It's like a compulsion to pick at a scab. ]
[Speaking of luck, Daisy is just setting her coffee down when a seagull decides to ruin the rest of it for her.
At least it missed her hand?
Letting out a groan, Daisy drops the cup and dramatically falls back into the sand, bringing a hand up to her face. This just wasn’t her night morning.]
[ Bucky watches the actual disaster unfold in what feels like ruinous slow-motion — splattering all over her coffee cup, a complete lost cause, Daisy's hand recoiling, both of them staring at it in mutual horror, and then her frustrated collapse backwards.
And the laugh builds and builds up inside him, caught in his throat, like a bubbling fountain that he can't push back down. Irrepressible and buoyant and greater amusement than he's had in— man, he can't even remember. A long time. And then it finally slips loose and he's just cracking the fuck up at her misery. He can't stop. ]
Some seagull's got it out for you. Have you pissed off anyone lately that can talk to animals?
[ Maybe it's also the exhaustion, the surreal circumstances of their first meeting. The tension finally overflows into laughter, and Bucky lets himself tip backwards and flops down beside her, his hands interlaced over his stomach, staring up into the bright blue sky. ]
[As adorable as his laugh is, and as much she wants to laugh with him, Daisy also wants to be mad. Just for a minute. So when he makes a joke at her expense, Daisy grabs a handful of sand and tosses it at his legs.]
Shut up.
[A smile is fighting to break through as she looks at him, and she looks away to see her drink still very much tainted by bird poop.]
Go for it. As we've already established, this coffee's the size of my goddamn face.
[ There was no chance he was finishing it, really. Its likely fate was getting cold and then thrown away. So he reaches over for the paper cup and holds it out blindly to her; when Daisy takes it from him, his gloved fingers brush hers and he feels that stupid lurch in his stomach again.
Again: it's been a while. Since the last time his hands were used for anything except a clenched fist. ]
[ The question is both unexpected and yet entirely expected; he's lucky it hadn't already come up yesterday. Bucky hesitates. That instinctive aversion, the kneejerk desire to hide it.
But in the end, it comes down to the fact that Daisy's technically in the know, and knows exactly who he is. She's not just a random civilian. So. Maybe it's okay. He tugs at his left glove, sliding it off and revealing the metal hand, the dark vibranium gleaming dully in the sunlight. His gaze stays riveted on the hand rather than her face (he is, perhaps, afraid of what he'll see), so he turns it back and forth, flexing the fingers and curling them in his palm.
It really is exquisitely made. Wakandan design and material, carefully wrought by Shuri. Gold accents at the joints and knuckles. The interlocking plates slide smoothly, silently, and it looks almost as real as an actual hand.
Almost. ]
Kind of a startling detail. So. That's what's up with the gloves.
[His silence has her regretting even bringing it up, and she’s about to apologize when he pulls off the glove. She knew he had a metal arm, if only because of the news, but it is still surprising to see it in real life. It’s different than she remembers.]
That’s so cool.
[Daisy reaches out to touch it, but stops short when she realizes how rude that is.]
[ That is not the reaction he expected. Bucky cuts a disbelieving look over at her, but doesn't see sarcasm or incredulity or pity on her face. Another moment of hesitation, before he reaches his hand out further, holds it out for her to inspect.
He'd been less self-conscious about it around the Avengers — they were familiar with it, and most of them had some strange qualities of their own — but readjusting to people in everyday life had been something else. ]
Gingerly she touches his arm, feeling the vibrations bouncing off of it. She had sensed it before, but somehow hadn't connected the dots until just now. The moment she feels the vibrations bounce off of her and back onto his arm she pulls her hand away.]
Sorry.
[It wouldn't hurt him, but it would likely feel weird]
[ His titanium arm wouldn't have had the same effect, but the Wakandan vibranium absorbs vibrations. It doesn't feel like when he's ricocheting bullets or deflecting blows; instead, it's like a low background hum settling into him. Like an itching in your teeth except it's in his fingers, his hand. The hinges of his wrist, the connecting metal tendons of his arm.
It absorbs the vibrations emanating from her and glows slightly yellow around the edges, and when she pulls away, Bucky reaches out and catches her hand instead. It feels like touching a running motor, that hum building up; he can sense it thrumming into him. Now it's his turn to sound fascinated: ]
[Daisy does tense up initially when he grabs her hand, but she doesn't pull away from him. Instead she watches the way his arm glows yellow with fascination, unsure of how or why it's doing that.
It definitely feels weird, having the vibrations bounce off like that, but he doesn't seem to be freaking out about it--
Nodding in response to his question, Daisy tears her gaze away from his arm and looks at his face.]
It's like I have a thousand bees trapped inside of me. It's not painful, just---
[ Those thousand bees are hitting an immoveable object in the vibranium. It's not exactly like they're being reflected, more like they're being swallowed up by the metal. Kinetic absorption: a black hole, drawing in all of that uncanny energy. If it goes on for too much longer or if she were to crank up the hypothetical voltage, there would probably be a dramatic lightshow, an eventual displacement of that energy. ]
Do other people notice it if you touch them?
[ Bucky could touch her with his human hand to double-check, but that, too, feels rude. So he leaves it at the one hand for now, his fingers splayed against hers, not letting go just yet. ]
[ A thoughtful flicker of his expression. Still thinking it over. And then he props himself up with an elbow, angling to look at Daisy a little more head-on. Taking a leap of faith, he reaches out with his right hand after all; a raise of an eyebrow, a wry smile as he echoes her exact words: ]
[Smiling in amusement, Daisy brushes her hand against his open palm of his actual arm.
This is definitely a first for her. Sitting on the beach, just touching arms with a guy she had been set up with. It's--
Not usually what she would be doing with her date on the beach. Daisy looks at his expression, trying to figure out if he can feel it or not.]
Well?
[From her perspective it defintiely feels less tense, but she can still feel some sort of vibration. Not enough that it bounces off of him like it does on his metal arm.
For him, however, it might feel like something is crawling under his skin.]
[ It feels different compared to his metal grip. His sense of touch is more pronounced, but he isn't absorbing the energy this time; it's both subtler when it's not bouncing around inside the vibranium, but he can still feel it beneath his skin.
The whole scene is strangely intimate, despite the fact that they're sitting fully-clothed on the beach. Bucky feels naked with the one glove off. Realising that he's been sitting there holding her hand for a probably-awkward amount of time, he finally, finally lets go and settles his weight back on his elbows in the sand. The left arm is forty pounds of dead weight, enough that it affects the way he walks, so there's a heaviness to the way he settles. ]
Different. A little strange, but not bad. 'Bees' is right.
[When he let's go of her hand, Daisy lets out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding in until now. For a minute she stays in the same position before leaning back. Trying to act like that didn't just happen, and that it definitely hadn't left her feeling some type of way about it.
Oh. He was speaking.]
Oh, uh--
It used to? But, I'm so used to it now that I kind of forget what it's like to feel nothing.
Guess we can pretty much get used to anything. [ Case in point: said arm. Bucky's mostly come to terms with it, or thinks he has, but there's still those occasional moments like a skip in the record. It's been easy enough to purposefully not think about it as long as he keeps it under long sleeves and nobody's ever close enough to deal with it outside of combat, anyway. ]
It's cool, though. That you have actual superpowers. Enhanced strength and speed is kind of— I dunno, vanilla in comparison.
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[ Another flicker at the corner of his mouth. It's... nice? just sitting in the sand, side-by-side, and talking. Waiting as that ever-present tension in his shoulders loosens. There are fewer people around at this early hour and there's a fresh sea breeze coming in off the water, free of the car exhaust and rotting trash of Manhattan. The smells of the twenty-first century had been one of the things that had shocked him most, and which he'd had to get used to. ]
And it counts. I haven't really done the whole cross-country roadtrip thing; it sounds like it'd be fun. Did you stop at diners and go see those roadside attractions? World's biggest ball of yarn?
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Sometimes, yeah. Most of my time was spent--
[She stops herself, not ready to open up too much about her past.]
I was kind of a hacktivist before SHIELD. So, spent a lot of time chasing anything I could get my hands on. Putting the truth out there, which included SHIELD intel.
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[ Nat's doing. Back during aforementioned helicarrier incident: he can almost feel the sting of pain at the memory, muscle-memory in his broken shoulder, and then the accompanying sting of thinking about Nat at all. His memory's a goddamned series of traps that he keeps walking into, and having to steer away from. ]
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[Daisy tilts her head to look over at him, clearly amused by the memory.]
Which is exactly what I wanted to happen. Just never expected I would end working with them.
[Resting on one elbow, Daisy grabs her drink. Trying to hide the change in expression when he mentions a pretty dark day for SHIELD.]
Before. I had nothing to do with that.
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Heard things got— rocky. For you guys. After.
[ This is such a pain in the ass, the way he keeps bringing up sore subjects and walking himself or her right into them. He can't help it. It's like a compulsion to pick at a scab. ]
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[That wasn’t the worst part though, but Daisy would rather not think about that.
Which is why she’s quick to try and change the subject.]
How’s your coffee?
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That’s Quake to you, Sergeant Barnes.
[Speaking of luck, Daisy is just setting her coffee down when a seagull decides to ruin the rest of it for her.
At least it missed her hand?
Letting out a groan, Daisy drops the cup and dramatically falls back into the sand, bringing a hand up to her face. This just wasn’t her
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And the laugh builds and builds up inside him, caught in his throat, like a bubbling fountain that he can't push back down. Irrepressible and buoyant and greater amusement than he's had in— man, he can't even remember. A long time. And then it finally slips loose and he's just cracking the fuck up at her misery. He can't stop. ]
Some seagull's got it out for you. Have you pissed off anyone lately that can talk to animals?
[ Maybe it's also the exhaustion, the surreal circumstances of their first meeting. The tension finally overflows into laughter, and Bucky lets himself tip backwards and flops down beside her, his hands interlaced over his stomach, staring up into the bright blue sky. ]
Birds 1. Quake 0.
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Shut up.
[A smile is fighting to break through as she looks at him, and she looks away to see her drink still very much tainted by bird poop.]
Want to trade?
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[ There was no chance he was finishing it, really. Its likely fate was getting cold and then thrown away. So he reaches over for the paper cup and holds it out blindly to her; when Daisy takes it from him, his gloved fingers brush hers and he feels that stupid lurch in his stomach again.
Again: it's been a while. Since the last time his hands were used for anything except a clenched fist. ]
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Just a sip.
[She promises as she lifts the cup to down a decent portion of it. What? It’s just her version of a sip.
Handing it back to him, the smile is still very much planted on her face.]
Thanks.
[She debates whether or not to ask, but she’s still drunk enough that she ends up blurting out the question anyway.]
What’s with the gloves?
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But in the end, it comes down to the fact that Daisy's technically in the know, and knows exactly who he is. She's not just a random civilian. So. Maybe it's okay. He tugs at his left glove, sliding it off and revealing the metal hand, the dark vibranium gleaming dully in the sunlight. His gaze stays riveted on the hand rather than her face (he is, perhaps, afraid of what he'll see), so he turns it back and forth, flexing the fingers and curling them in his palm.
It really is exquisitely made. Wakandan design and material, carefully wrought by Shuri. Gold accents at the joints and knuckles. The interlocking plates slide smoothly, silently, and it looks almost as real as an actual hand.
Almost. ]
Kind of a startling detail. So. That's what's up with the gloves.
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That’s so cool.
[Daisy reaches out to touch it, but stops short when she realizes how rude that is.]
Do you mind if I—?
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[ That is not the reaction he expected. Bucky cuts a disbelieving look over at her, but doesn't see sarcasm or incredulity or pity on her face. Another moment of hesitation, before he reaches his hand out further, holds it out for her to inspect.
He'd been less self-conscious about it around the Avengers — they were familiar with it, and most of them had some strange qualities of their own — but readjusting to people in everyday life had been something else. ]
Go ahead.
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[The amount of detail alone.
Gingerly she touches his arm, feeling the vibrations bouncing off of it. She had sensed it before, but somehow hadn't connected the dots until just now. The moment she feels the vibrations bounce off of her and back onto his arm she pulls her hand away.]
Sorry.
[It wouldn't hurt him, but it would likely feel weird]
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It absorbs the vibrations emanating from her and glows slightly yellow around the edges, and when she pulls away, Bucky reaches out and catches her hand instead. It feels like touching a running motor, that hum building up; he can sense it thrumming into him. Now it's his turn to sound fascinated: ]
Do you do that all the time?
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It definitely feels weird, having the vibrations bounce off like that, but he doesn't seem to be freaking out about it--
Nodding in response to his question, Daisy tears her gaze away from his arm and looks at his face.]
It's like I have a thousand bees trapped inside of me. It's not painful, just---
Intense. I'm used to it now, though.
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Do other people notice it if you touch them?
[ Bucky could touch her with his human hand to double-check, but that, too, feels rude. So he leaves it at the one hand for now, his fingers splayed against hers, not letting go just yet. ]
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[She's never thought about it before, and she tries to think back to all of the times she's touched other people since getting her powers.]
I don't know. No one has ever said anything.
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[ A thoughtful flicker of his expression. Still thinking it over. And then he props himself up with an elbow, angling to look at Daisy a little more head-on. Taking a leap of faith, he reaches out with his right hand after all; a raise of an eyebrow, a wry smile as he echoes her exact words: ]
Do you mind if I?
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This is definitely a first for her. Sitting on the beach, just touching arms with a guy she had been set up with. It's--
Not usually what she would be doing with her date on the beach. Daisy looks at his expression, trying to figure out if he can feel it or not.]
Well?
[From her perspective it defintiely feels less tense, but she can still feel some sort of vibration. Not enough that it bounces off of him like it does on his metal arm.
For him, however, it might feel like something is crawling under his skin.]
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The whole scene is strangely intimate, despite the fact that they're sitting fully-clothed on the beach. Bucky feels naked with the one glove off. Realising that he's been sitting there holding her hand for a probably-awkward amount of time, he finally, finally lets go and settles his weight back on his elbows in the sand. The left arm is forty pounds of dead weight, enough that it affects the way he walks, so there's a heaviness to the way he settles. ]
Different. A little strange, but not bad. 'Bees' is right.
Does it ever bother you?
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Oh. He was speaking.]
Oh, uh--
It used to? But, I'm so used to it now that I kind of forget what it's like to feel nothing.
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It's cool, though. That you have actual superpowers. Enhanced strength and speed is kind of— I dunno, vanilla in comparison.
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