Who The Hell Is Bucky?

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"Doesn’t taste much like coffee, either."

"Well, guess it goes to show that the future ain't all sunshine and daisies."

Bucky's jaw clenched in panic, maybe this man was HYDRA, but he didn't look the type, he was too friendly. Another possibility was that he had seen the Winter Soldier while he was on a mission, and that was quite possibly the more terrifying of the two.

"I did, I think," He shook his head, trying to clear the fog from his memories. "I don’t know."

"Don’t try to think too hard. I know it might not be easy for you." She smiles apologetically at him. 

Natasha had purposefully let herself be run into. She had spotted James in the crowd and followed him. She wasn’t entirely sure it was him due to how absent-minded he seemed and how he was dressed, but she was fairly certain. As his hat fell off her suspicions were confirmed. 

As it was, she was unusually distracted by rummaging around in her purse for her SHIELD ID card but running into someone compounded the problem considerably. Not only did she bump them, she bumped them hard enough to knock off their hat. Reaching out a hand, she stops what she’s doing, casting them an apologetic look. 

"I’m doing…well, Bucky. But…I heard you fell…" She stammered out, brows furrowed in confusion.

"I did, I think," He shook his head, trying to clear the fog from his memories. "I don't know."

Tony was on his ass, which was a problem, but one arm was straight out, keeping his all-important coffee well out of harm’s way. A couple of bruises were worth protecting his caffeine reserve.

Bucky held out his hand automatically, helping the man to his feet. The man's face seemed familiar, like it had elements of a face he'd known back in the forties. It was only after he'd let go of the man's hand that he realized he had used his metal arm, and the technology would surely create questions.

What the hell is with everyone today? Did I wake up invisible? Jeez.. This was the third person who’d walked into him that morning, and he’d only left his apartment twenty minutes ago. 

"This coffee tastes like brown water.”

"I think that's because it is, Steve. Sure doesn't look like coffee to me."

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