[ They agree on a date and time over text, once Sam's consulted his calendar. Bucky's not sure if it's a digital one or the kind you hang on a wall. Or even a person. The guy is Captain America now. Maybe the job comes with one of those assistant types, the kind that keeps track of dates and places and times outside of normal hero efforts. Anyway, the point is that between the two of them, there comes a day when Bucky voluntarily leaves the environs of New York and heads down the Eastern seaboard to D.C.
Which he hasn't visited since he tried to take out half of SHIELD. So there's a mind-twist. And he does it on a bike.
Well, a motorcycle. Because commercial airplanes are a pain in the ass and he still isn't much of a train fan. Not even if it would cut a whole day off the trip. In fact, it's kind of nice to just tool down a highway with no particular destination other than the city at the other end. To stop off at little Ma-and-Pa roadside diners on the way when he needs to refill the gas tank. It's a weirdly nice trip when everything is said and done.
When Bucky arrives in DC, he heads straight for the address Sam gave him. It turns out to be VA-affiliated - one of those places that holds group meetings for soldiers and airmen but also helps former military navigate housing, medical needs, and anything else that might come up in civilian life. He turns off the bike and sits there for a little while, watching people go in and out before eventually pulling out his phone. ]
[ god, sam wishes he had an assistant taking care of his calendar. or to do anything else. he didn't really have an idea of the social obligation that came with being captain america, less so in a world now that was used to having one. press conferences, top secret meetings, lunches, politics. it was more than sam ever wanted and then some. it was almost enough to drive him crazy.
however - the good thing about becoming captain america without the approval of the senate was that sam could also, from time to time, tell them to fuck off. not in so many words, maybe, but the intention was there. and he happened to have done just that this morning, when he'd gotten a call at noon telling him there was a dinner he needed to be at. he very kindly, and politely (because momma wilson taught him manners) tells them that he doesn't have to be anywhere unless there is danger and people to save, and then he closes his laptop and ignores any response that might follow.
he and bucky had gone back and forth on details - when buck would arrive, best highway to take, where they'd start off. on top of it, sam calls in a few favors - asks the manager down at one of the va buildings what the schedule looks like. who might be there. it ends up working out almost perfectly - with bucky arriving in the early afternoon, and a group session starting around the same time. one of those large rooms with plenty of chairs and vets who want to come, coming. it's the same sort of deal sam used to run when he worked there, and he's actually quite pleased that it's working out this way.
when sam gets the text, he thanks the girl at the desk - new, someone sam hasn't been before, but sweet and young and energetic - and heads out front to find bucky, and his bike, parked in one of the front spots. ]
Hey, man. [ sam grins, wide and welcoming. ] Welcome back to DC. Glad you made it in once piece.
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Which he hasn't visited since he tried to take out half of SHIELD. So there's a mind-twist. And he does it on a bike.
Well, a motorcycle. Because commercial airplanes are a pain in the ass and he still isn't much of a train fan. Not even if it would cut a whole day off the trip. In fact, it's kind of nice to just tool down a highway with no particular destination other than the city at the other end. To stop off at little Ma-and-Pa roadside diners on the way when he needs to refill the gas tank. It's a weirdly nice trip when everything is said and done.
When Bucky arrives in DC, he heads straight for the address Sam gave him. It turns out to be VA-affiliated - one of those places that holds group meetings for soldiers and airmen but also helps former military navigate housing, medical needs, and anything else that might come up in civilian life. He turns off the bike and sits there for a little while, watching people go in and out before eventually pulling out his phone. ]
I'm here.
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however - the good thing about becoming captain america without the approval of the senate was that sam could also, from time to time, tell them to fuck off. not in so many words, maybe, but the intention was there. and he happened to have done just that this morning, when he'd gotten a call at noon telling him there was a dinner he needed to be at. he very kindly, and politely (because momma wilson taught him manners) tells them that he doesn't have to be anywhere unless there is danger and people to save, and then he closes his laptop and ignores any response that might follow.
he and bucky had gone back and forth on details - when buck would arrive, best highway to take, where they'd start off. on top of it, sam calls in a few favors - asks the manager down at one of the va buildings what the schedule looks like. who might be there. it ends up working out almost perfectly - with bucky arriving in the early afternoon, and a group session starting around the same time. one of those large rooms with plenty of chairs and vets who want to come, coming. it's the same sort of deal sam used to run when he worked there, and he's actually quite pleased that it's working out this way.
when sam gets the text, he thanks the girl at the desk - new, someone sam hasn't been before, but sweet and young and energetic - and heads out front to find bucky, and his bike, parked in one of the front spots. ]
Hey, man. [ sam grins, wide and welcoming. ] Welcome back to DC. Glad you made it in once piece.