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[shapedthecentury]

[ Someone doesn't know they've been here before. This is all new, and more than a little unnerving, but being in another fight for survival isn't the part he doesn't understand. That, he can go along with.

There are other questions. ]

So the docs here fixed us all up when we arrived. Anyone happen to know how thorough they are?

[ Could be relevant later. Depends on where that damn book's gotten to, if it even exists in this world. Still a pretty significant risk to the team, if unaccounted for, so first thing's first.

And second things second. He straightens, pausing slightly like he's remembering how to go about this. ]

And, uh. My name's Bucky Barnes. Guessing some of you probably heard of me already.

[ Probably not in the best of lights, or that's what that suddenly grim look on his face seems to convey. He's seen the roster, after all. At least two people on there aren't likely to be his biggest fans. ]

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[shapedthecentury]

Not just them, no. But that's a start.

[ And he snorts softly. Been a while since he charmed anyone's mother, but... ]

Be careful what you wish for.

[walkingballpit]

[ Hrm. Enh, he's not going to prod the guy who is obviously landing fresh off Some Shit. The mental health question is basically like the Las Vegas of "You Guys Would Not Believe What Happened" signs. ]

You be careful. I am well aware of what my mother's like. And head out of the gutter.

[shapedthecentury]

Don't worry. I think my days of being handed out like a gift are behind me.

[ Telling in its own way, but not too much. And still vaguely teasing in tone. ]

[walkingballpit]

[ It's jokey, but... there's something missing. It's not really where Robbie would go with a setup like that. ]

Yeah, I'm getting this whole 'I don't do bows or bow ties' vibe.

[ He shrugs. ]

Anything else I can help you with, B- is Bucky or Barnes?

[shapedthecentury]

[ He gets to pick, doesn't he. Who he is. Sergeant Barnes, the Winter Soldier, or... ]

Bucky.

[ He nods in affirmation, smiling tightly. Doesn't quite reach his eyes, but it's genuine. ]

[walkingballpit]

[ He does indeed get to pick. Robbie is insistent on things like that, and he almost had a meltdown to get Beeny to not call him Baldwin. ]

Nice to meet you, Bucky. If you haven't figured out the comms yet, I'm Robbie. Rob's good too, or Speedball if it's a mission.

[shapedthecentury]

[ That smile ticks a little wider, and he nods. ]

Nice to meet you, Robbie. Where you from?

[walkingballpit]

Connecticut.

[ Robbie holds up an index finger and ticks it to one side. ]

I don't want to hear any jokes about the armpit of New England. I moved to Greenwich Village when I was 16.

[shapedthecentury]

Nah. I figured I'd save those for at least a couple of weeks in.

[ This is fine. This is...easy, actually. Funny how that works, old mannerisms resurfacing when he doesn't have to run for his life.

Steve'd be proud, he thinks. ]

[walkingballpit]

[ Without thinking about it, Robbie is aware what they're doing, here, because he's doing it too. He said a little too much about the bad stuff, and now he has to bury it under a trash pile of humor. ]

Ooo, something to look forward too. You can do your Milton Berle impression.

[shapedthecentury]

That was a trip. Finding all that stuff was out there.

[ On the run, he'd had time to browse the internet, to catch up. And not everything's been forgotten. His life is now 'vintage' and even trendy, in the right circles. ]

Fibber McGee and Molly on digital streaming. Used to joke about that sort of thing back in the day.

[walkingballpit]

You used to joke about it how?

[ Robbie's genuinely curious. He would have thought the idea of streaming would've been inconceivable back then. Even reruns. ]

Wait - was that a show? My great-aunt Sally used to call me Fibber McGee.