farsickness | your heart was glass, i dropped it [open]

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your heart was glass, i dropped it [open]

WHO: Bucky + OPEN
WHEN: June
WHAT: Missing Steve so, you know, going to the inn and pretending to get drunk because he actually can't.
WHERE: The inn.
WARNINGS: TBA

The day Steve disappeared, Bucky felt it. He doesn't know why he felt it or why he'd gotten the inkling but he hadn't been shocked when he couldn't find him in the usual haunts. He gave it two days before calling it, though, searching the woods to see if he'd just gone off camping or something equally stupid, and then he decided the best course of action was to go to the inn and go through the motions of getting drunk.

He can't really get drunk, not with his metabolism, but he can give it a good try and he's doing it now with the ale that the inn sells in pints and quarts. He picks a table where he can see the exit and his back's to the wall, naturally, but otherwise he isn't hiding in shadows like he might have been a few months ago.

He and Steve have been through everything together and maybe it's rich of him to be missing him when Steve has had to go through the pain of thinking he'd died and then would never get his memories back but here he is and there's nothing he can do about that. Here, they had a chance to just be two boys from Brooklyn again, though, and that's something that Captain America and the Winter Soldier would never get in the world they're from.

The barmaid comes by to clear his empties and he says to just keep them coming. It's the principle of it, trying to get drunk, and maybe if he keeps drinking it'll eventually happen. There's gotta be a limit to how much alcohol one body can process, right? His liver isn't going to keep up forever with this and eventually he's going to be able to actually get the drunken stupor he's aiming for.

"Here's to Captain America," he says to no one in particular. The name isn't relevant here, is it?

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Sam shakes the offered hand, his grip strong and his fingers and palms carrying calluses that speak to his fighting nature. He smiles a little. "We'll find each other again...Dean and I always do," he says, "it really does suck losing people you know here. It makes this whole Ren Fair setting a little bit better having someone who knows you around."

"Have you been here long?"

"Couple months. I'd been here before for a little while, blipped out, came back. This place is weird like that."

He wants to look to one of the usual suspects but the way his world works might not be the same as this one. There's no Infinity Stones here, no Thanos, no...reality warping? He's not really sure what Strange does.

"Been sort of uneventful. There's magic - my girlfriend is some kind of angel mage thing - but I'm used to weird stuff from home so that wasn't out of the ordinary."

"Are you talking about Mer when you mean an angel mage," Sam asks, "she's a friend I've been helping her at the forge." He smiles even more. "I get along with angels a bit better than humans..and she's nice to me."

"Merlan, yeah," Bucky says, glad for the recognition. She's made a name for herself around here, it seems, and as much as he likes to keep quiet and to himself it seems that Merlan is the opposite entirely.

"Maybe you could say I get along better with angels too. You know any other ones?"

"I do actually," Sam replies with a bright smile. He always seems to smile when talking about Castiel. "My best friend is Castiel or Cas...have you met him?"

"Thought Merlan was the only angel here. There's your friend Castiel too? Haven't had the pleasure."

Bucky doesn't know if it's a good or bad thing that this place has attracted not one but two angels. Then again, it had attracted two super soldiers so why not two angels? There's no rhyme or reason to it.

"Where do you guys stay? Up at the Inn?"

Sam shakes his head. "We used to but we have a house now," he says, "it has beehives in the front yard.....you can't miss it." He smiles. "Cas likes bees...like a lot."

"Bees are useful. That's one thing my place doesn't have - no honey. You guys bring it to the market or do you just keep it for yourselves?"

Bucky is pretty fond of honey on his pancakes and he knows Merlan likes it for tea. If he can trade for a steady supply with Sam, that might be worth making a trade for if only for life's little luxuries.

Sam smiles. "Cas would just give you honey if you asked," he says, "I'm trying to get him to sell it...extra money you know. But even after being around humans as long as he has Cas still doesn't get the concept of money."

"Funny, my angel completely understands the concept of money. He needs to get with the times," Bucky teases. "I'd probably trade something for the honey though. Nothing comes for free. Even in a place like this - maybe especially in a place like this - we ought to help each other."

Sam chuckles softly. "You're right," he says, "if we don't lean on each other what else do we have. That's something my family has always lived by and my brother and I still try to."

"Well, we have plenty out at the forge. Might as well share. Weird question to ask but do you need any weapons or anything? I need to get the practice in," Bucky explains.

"So forging stuff is good for me."

"I wouldn't say no to a knife....or a crossbow," Sam admits, "I miss not having weapons if I need them and I don't know how this place would feel about guns."

"I showed up without any of my guns," Bucky says. "And I had...a lot. So I think whatever controls this place doesn't want us to have firearms like that. But knives, bows - I think those are fair game. I need the practice forging anyway so if there's something you want and you don't mind me making it, I'd like to do it."

"I actually had a knife back home. I'd like to see if we can remake it. It was a hunting knife at least the style of it was. The handle was wooden with a metal lip at the top and a blade made of steel," he explains, "if you could make something like that I can rebless it. I also had a longer bladed weapon too, but that one was kind of...different."

"I can probably remake it if you can draw it for me. More or less - I think I have an idea of what you want. It may come as a surprise to you but I actually have seen a lot of knives in my day," Bucky says, laughing softly. Oh, but he has.

"My latest project has been throwing knives so I can throw some of those in for free. I need the practice."

"I'll take those too," Sam says, pulling a notebook and a pencil out of his jacket pocket and starting to draw. "I'm a fair shake when I throw depending on the creature I'm throwing it at."

"There's some crazy shit in the woods here too," Bucky says. "My girlfriend nearly got herself killed with a bog wight or something and I've never heard of that. Have you? They definitely don't have them where I come from."

Sam made a face. "Yeah my brother and I came up against those a few times back home," he says, "strong, fast and they can take a dozen or so hits before you can get close enough to take them out. Gun's don't work on them....you've got to use a knife or sword and you run the risk of them ripping your throat out before you can get a hit in. It helps if the weapon has iron in it but not by a lot."

"This place has a lot of stuff I've already dealt with as a hunter and some stuff that is close enough to other things I can work out how to hurt it."

"Lucky. None of the things here are things I fought back home," Bucky admits. "We had aliens and that was weird enough. But I've never fought things that are from fairy tales and that's what some of these monsters seem like sometimes."

"This is normal for me," Sam says, "back home hunting things like this were a family thing. Mom was a hunter, dad became one after she died...long story. Brother and me grew up on the road learning how to shoot and fight. I'd be happy to share what I know to give you more of a heads up."

"The knowledge would be helpful," Bucky agrees. "But that's a hard life, growing up hunting monsters. I wonder how well-adjusted that makes a person. I mean...you seem pretty normal on the surface here."

But Bucky himself is hiding a lot so maybe Sam is just good at concealment.

Sam shrugs. "I've been doing this kind of thing since I was ten," he replies, "yes it's not an easy life and I did try to get out of the life for a bit, but it didn't end well." He sighs. "It's my life and hunting helps a lot of people...it's worth giving up a normal life for."

"I can see that. Still, man, you didn't get a childhood at all." For all the bad things that have happened to him, he did have a good childhood and he wouldn't trade it for anything.

"I guess hunting would help a lot of people and be worth it, though. I always want to do things that matter. I always want to make sure what I do helps other people. I have a lot to make up for."

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your heart was glass, i dropped it [open]

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sorry this is so late :(

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