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Coming to New York had been a bad idea.

It had been three weeks since the helicarriers, three weeks since...since him. Steve? He remembers in parts and he doesn’t. He’d seen the museum, had read the exhibits over and over until he practically had them committed to memory, had seen his own face reflected back at him. Except he’s not sure that he’s really Bucky Barnes anymore. James though...perhaps, for now, until he figures out just who he is, he can just be James. He’s not the Soldier anymore, that’s for sure.

For some reason, he’d thought coming to New York would help retrieve the memories that seemed to be locked away in his head. Bucky Barnes had been from New York after all. Except he had no idea where he was going, no money, no food, and to top it all off, the metal arm had begun to play up, occasionally shorting, or, as it was now, hanging limp and refusing to cooperate, little more than a dead weight. As such, he’d managed to tuck it into his pocket for now.

How soon do we forget, how we felt? Dealing with emotions, that never left Playing with the hand that we were dealt, in this game - “Best Mistake” Ariana Grande

Thumbs scrolled across the screen of his phone, staring at the wallpaper as if it would reveal the secret of the universe. Around Loki, the music of the bar changed from pop to something a bit more tolerant, and he grabbed his glass to down the rest of his scotch. This wasn’t his usual glass of merlot but it would do for the time being to nurse a headache. Numbing his mind will help. The date he had finished an hour ago was one he would not soon forget - then again dating, in general, was not easy with his reputation.

How many months had it been since he actually held a conversation with anyone worthwhile? Or had any fun? It had seemed too long and yet in actuality it was only six months. His hand rubbed his face and then held his head, thinking if another drink would suffice or head towards home. It’s not as if he had anything else to do with his time, yet the comfort of his loft called to him. 

Rising from his stool and tossing a twenty in the barkeep’s direction, Loki picked up his belongings to leave. He was distracted with wrestling his coat over his shoulders and straightening the collar when he looked up and saw him. The world suddenly went quiet after that. 

“Anthony...”

There is the disconnect in Bruce’s life. One that he could trace back a while, but it was never so Clear as this moment.

Not many people knew Bruce Wayne that well. Not many people had cared to see him against since he returned. But Bruce had no real option but to give an easy smile.

Too easy. Too bright.

        Steve had returned from work. His body had been aching a bit from the earlier training so he decided to go home early and rest. He found his way to Tony’s house, sitting among the couch. Tony had surprisingly acknowledged his existence and put down his own work to exchange conversation with him. His blue gaze watched him in the kitchen from the living room, a light grin at his face. He leaned back against the couch, eyeing him as he made his favorite beverage. Some coffee with light half n half. The blonde had to look away and shield his mouth that was shaped into a smile. He didn’t want Tony to see him smiling like an idiot.

“I got Thor to bring the strong stuff. “ He said smiling as he handed him some of the medicine that Thor brought from Asgard. “I didn’t think you guys could get sick….”     

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