Thread: The Asset - Avengers (Moon Struck Fox & Defiant)

Sam didn't know if Steve's words were more for himself or really for Sam but he knew Steve could handle himself. Physically. But he also knew Steve was emotionally involved to a point where if Bucky did something, Steve may not make the right decision. Or he wouldn't be able to make the tough decisions. And if Bucky did open up, he worried about the effect it would have on Steve's mental health. Both of them had been through so much that Sam was not really qualified for but then again, nobody was really qualified for what Captain America and the winter soldier had been through. Hey man, he called you. He even looks different. Everything will work out. But you need to know he's going to need time. Don't push him too much. He's not the same guy. He may never be. You need to know that before this all starts, Sam urged. He couldn't have his friend going out and getting himself excited to have James Barnes back when all they'd get was his body and someone new. Well maybe two together is what you need to get better, he said and returned Steve's salute and watched them both get into the house before driving off. He felt alright leaving Steve with Buck after seeing him. The guy didn't have that murderous, mechanical look in his eyes anymore. And he didn't hold himself the same way he did either. He wasn't vulnerable but he didn't look ready to attack either. The code was integrated to memory. He eyed the flowers. They seemed wrong, in a way. But they seemed fitting too. It seemed odd for a super soldier to live in such a quaint home. The word seemed foreign in thought. Home. It was a place to feel safe, surrounded by love. Foreign. He was used to ice, cold, violence. But it was never home. Home he said the word, letting it roll of his tongue, trying it on for size. Concept is foreign, he mumbled and slid his hat from his head as he looked around. He glanced down at his boots and knelt to unlace them before he slid them off. He stood and unzipped his hoodie, his eyes still taking in what would be serving as his lodgings for now. Hopefully as long as Steve would have him there. Or until he was capable of assimilating. Being a human once more. Something more than a weapon. A thing trained to analyze and kill. He had a name, now he wanted to belong to it. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and touched his face, he really did need to shave. Steve had been right when he said he needed a shave. And he was sure he was overdue for a shower as well. He glanced around and hung up his hoodie then set his hat on top of it. He nudged his boots to the side, out of the way. I think I should have that shower you were talking about, he said with a slow nod of his head, he didn't exactly stink but he wasn't fresh either. He'd bathed but it had been quick. Not exactly thorough. And his beard was coming in thick and getting longer than he'd preferred. It wasn't at a proper, functional length. Bucky wasn't stupid, he wasn't incompetent either. He knew how things works. He knew the basics of most modern electronics on a need to know basis. If he was woken for information retrieval then he would clear the way for whoever was to access computers but if said person was injured or killed, the components and how to hack were integrated. It was a hub of information he didn't know how to access. It was like riding about. He couldn't explain it, he just knew how to do it. But human interaction. He was informed but many of it didn't make sense. It seemed so... unneeded. A waste of time. Smiling even felt wrong. Why use a muscle group for smiling when there was no tactical relevance to the action? But he knew he could do it. He saw himself doing it before Hydra scrapped everything human about him out. He took his time in the bathroom after getting the ins and outs from Steve. He shaved and his face felt cold even under the hot spray of the shower. He cleaned himself thoroughly under the scorching water, his skin turning a darker shade of pink under the heat. He felt sanitized afterwards. When he was finished he dried and wrapped the towel around his waist. The clothes he'd been wearing needed a wash as well so he gathered them out and stepped out of the bathroom. He could hear Steve in another room and walked silently through the hallway to find him. Can I borrow some clothes? Until these are clean? He asked, lifting the dark clothing he'd been wearing.