JAMES.

⠀⠀ ✪.— ❛ my past has tasted better— i’ve been cold, i’ve been merciless, but the blood on my hands scares me to death. ❜

[JAMES. @SomberSycophant]

@TheSmallerStark — friend, something about it sounded. . strange. He can’t remember the last time anyone other than Steve had referred to him as such, if there ever had been.

As strange as hearing the word ‘friend’ was, it caused a smile.

“M’just glad you’re a friend, then. .”

[JAMES. @SomberSycophant]

@TheSmallerStark Whilst Bucky usually liked to be left alone, he found comfort in the company of the blonde who’d shown him nothing but kindness. Such was difficult to find in other people, given as he was either too busy avoiding them or they knew who he was.

However, when she’d called him a —

[JAMES. @SomberSycophant]

@TheSmallerStark — words.

A nod following after, flesh fingers ran through his hair, pushing it back from his face.

“Thank you. . I appreciate it.”

[JAMES. @SomberSycophant]

@TheSmallerStark The box being nudged in his direction had the male’s expression become one of slight confusion, but the donuts were silently accepted as he pulled the box closer and eyed the contents. After which, he’d pursed his lips into a small smile as to display his appreciation without —

[JAMES. @SomberSycophant]

@TheSmallerStark — twitch in his brows showed his consideration, lips pursing momentarily before a small, single nod was given.

He /did/ enjoy the previous times, after all. And what real harm could it do?

“Please. . that'd be nice.”

[JAMES. @SomberSycophant]

@TheSmallerStark Being out and walking the streets was far from Bucky's favorite thing to do. He preferred to be out of sight, away from people, which was why he favored the time of day where things settled and people retreated back into their homes. No people meant no judgement, no threats.

A —

[JAMES. @SomberSycophant]

@TheSmallerStark — one of these machines had him shake his head, though there was something of appreciation etched upon his visage.

“I'd like that. . I think.”

[JAMES. @SomberSycophant]

@TheSmallerStark “Sounds. . interestin'.”

Brows furrowing, not quite sure what to make of this information, Barnes simply eyed the remainder of the treat left in his hand. Perhaps he should consider trying more sweets, though he wasn't too big a fan.

Still, the thought of being shown to —

[JAMES. @SomberSycophant]

@TheSmallerStark — his face, head tilting slightly as to have it fall out of his way as he bit in again.

“The hell is a . . /cupcake ATM/?”

[JAMES. @SomberSycophant]

@TheSmallerStark The food around these days were not what he was used to, both back in his own time and within Hydra. There were no luxuries such as sweets, that he could remember, and to taste them now was almost strange. But, he decided he rather liked it.

A stray lock of hair hung over —

[JAMES. @SomberSycophant]

@TheSmallerStark — with a lazy shrug as the donut was then between his teeth as a bite was taken.

“S’nice,” he nodded, after chewing.

[JAMES. @SomberSycophant]

@TheSmallerStark Gaze glued to the donut within his grasp, flesh hand, as not to smother the surface of his metallic palm with unwanted donut residue, nor accidentally crush the thing by forgetting it was there, due to the absence of /feeling/.

“I ain’t picky,” a mumble, shoulders lifting —

[JAMES. @SomberSycophant]

Grumbles.

[JAMES. @SomberSycophant]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⊰ |⠀ ✪.⠀| ⊱
❛ — give me a memory i can use. . ❜

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ JAMES BARNES.
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