[He's been...out of it for a while now. He knows, distantly, that there are new people on the station again. That after being here for three months now he has a duty to go and at least check in on them. But there are dozens of other more qualified people here to do that. People who are a little better equipped at dealing with others. With offering the kind of support they need when waking up in a strange, new place.
Sure, they may have all agreed to come here, but from experience, that doesn't dull the blow all that much.
The few people he stumbles across as he makes his way back out of the sunlight room are given the answers they ask for. Or at least as much as he's able to give. But with a certain bottle still tucked away in the back of one of the freezers, he has a different plan in mind for the rest of the afternoon.
Or at least he did, right until he ends up coming to an abrupt stop at the entrance to the mess hall. When he catches sight of the man sat eating his fill of pizza.
Steve.
For the longest moment he doesn't know what to do. What to say. He's half convinced this is just his mind playing tricks on him again, and half prepared to turn around and pretend none of this is happening. But ultimately, he knows he wouldn't be Bucky Barnes if he could just up and walk away from Steve Rogers like that. Looks like that end of the line has been extended a little further.]
Some asshole decided to put pineapple on pizza. You never warned me.
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Sure, they may have all agreed to come here, but from experience, that doesn't dull the blow all that much.
The few people he stumbles across as he makes his way back out of the sunlight room are given the answers they ask for. Or at least as much as he's able to give. But with a certain bottle still tucked away in the back of one of the freezers, he has a different plan in mind for the rest of the afternoon.
Or at least he did, right until he ends up coming to an abrupt stop at the entrance to the mess hall. When he catches sight of the man sat eating his fill of pizza.
Steve.
For the longest moment he doesn't know what to do. What to say. He's half convinced this is just his mind playing tricks on him again, and half prepared to turn around and pretend none of this is happening. But ultimately, he knows he wouldn't be Bucky Barnes if he could just up and walk away from Steve Rogers like that. Looks like that end of the line has been extended a little further.]
Some asshole decided to put pineapple on pizza. You never warned me.