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Sam Wilson

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Feb 12 2018, 06:37 PM
Sam really hated Jersey. Really, really hated. Nobody in their right mind settled in a place like this... which was probably why Steve had brought them here to hide out. Everyone would be looking for them somewhere else. Like not-Jersey. He grabbed a couple more boxes of pop-tarts, because holy shit, he had never been properly appreciated how much one super-soldier could eat, much less two. Bottomless pit was a hell of an understatement.

He chatted with the girl at the register as she scanned his things, smiled, and grabbed his bags to take them out to the parking lot. New Jersey. Eugh. It didn't take long to get back to their hideout, which he might almost call the one benefit over New York City. This place wasn't half as crowded as his last experience with proper civilisation had been. Sam let himself in, dumping their groceries on the nearest flat surface.

"All right, if you guys manage to eat all this before the end of the week, I swear you're coming with me next time to help me carry everything." This was just an unreasonable amount of food for only three people. He'd seen less in the barracks for his entire EXO team... though Riley might as well have been a supersoldier himself, with the way he'd eaten. He dug through the bags to find the one plum he'd bought and bit into it, wandering over to see what Steve and Bucky were doing.

Steve Rogers

Captain America
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99 years old
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Feb 12 2018, 08:19 PM


Hiding out had it's perks. Like, instead of putting his life on the line on a daily basis, Steve had found himself almost always doing one of only a very few things. As dramatic and as impulsive as he was, he was a creature of habit and had grown to like how things were, even if he did itch for some action from time to time. Today, instead of sketching or doing something equally as mundane, Steve found himself glued to Bucky's side and sitting on the couch, his feet up on the coffee table and his shoulder pressed against Bucky's. It was a common place to find Steve nowadays, especially since the night that he'd told Bucky he loved him. It had only really slipped out and they hadn't spoke about it, but it hung in the air and Steve could feel that the two grew closer from it, as if that was even possible. Steve kept, constantly, turning his head to look at the clock, to keep an eye on the time. Sam had only been gone for a little while and if it got much later, he was going to start to worry that someone would have found him or, worse, arrested him and were on their way to pick up Bucky and Steve as well. That was another thing that Steve had a bad habit of doing, jumping to conclusions in his mind.

When Steve had heard the door open and shut, he let out a soft breath, one he hadn't realized he'd been holding, and relaxed back into the couch, leaning into Bucky and just enjoying the contact. Going out to get groceries was something that had turned into an event and, even though each of them seemed to take turns going to get them, it still made Steve's nerves crazy to think that they might get caught, especially when they were so close to being completely rid of the book and programming that plagued Bucky's mind. They were so close to being able to have a normal life again. Or, rather, as normal of a life as they could have.

Steve smiled and looked up at Sam as he came into the room, nodding his head. "It should last, don't worry. Thanks for going out, man," Steve said, looking over at him and then realizing what he was eating. He knew what Sam was doing. He really did care about Sam and Bucky was his favorite person, but the two of them butted heads more than anything he'd ever seen before. It was like the both of them knew exactly the right buttons to push to make the other angry and, even though Steve didn't understand, he just let it happen. What else was he going to do? He'd intervened a few times, trying to make some of a truce between them, and it hadn't worked. It was like, no matter what he did, there was absolutely nothing he could do to make the two of them like each other. "What all did you pick up?" he asked, watching as Sam ate the plum and hoping that it wasn't the only one. He didn't want another fight on his hands and he knew Bucky. And he knew Sam. Things were always headed in that direction. Always.





Sam Wilson James Barnes

James Barnes

Winter Soldier
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100 years old
245 posts
Feb 12 2018, 10:23 PM


Bucky should never have told him about the plums. He didn't actually think about it at the time, was just explaining what happened when he found out he was wanted in the first place, that he'd been buying plums, and it had started. He wasn't particularly fond of the fruit, but if he had them on hand he would pick them over apples or god forbid a banana because those things just didn't taste right anymore. Sam made a point of picking at that information and any other he knew about Bucky whenever he could. He didn't dislike Sam, not by any stretch of the imagination, but damn if the other man didn't hit every one of the nerves Bucky had when he wanted to. It helped, it gave them all an outlet to snip at one another and not stress out all day every day, but it was still annoying as hell.

The apartment was a bit weird in that the front door didn't open right into the living room, but they both heard Sam come in after sitting there on the couch and waiting. He wondered briefly if Sam and Steve did this until he got back when he left. He knew he didn't curl up on the couch with Sam, but then again Sam didn't share his natural sense of paranoia.

When the man announced that they had better not burn through the food though Bucky, who had just been sitting there with the burner phone in his hand waiting on the last bit of information they needed to trickle in, nudged Steve a little to give him some room and headed for the doorway just as Sam got there. Sam eating a plum.

He glanced at the other man and was in the other room, digging through the bags and making a point to stow away anything that should be refrigerated. When he was sifting through the last bag he found an entire bunch of bananas sitting there in a veggie bag next to an empty one which clearly held the single plum that Sam had picked up. "Fuckass." Bucky said, probably louder than he meant to because despite himself he was still a poor kid from Brooklyn and his mother was not around to smack him in the back of the head for swearing. To say he glared when he came back in the room was probably an understatement, but he went back to his corner of the couch and dropped heavily onto it, still looking less the happily at Sam.



Sam Wilson

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Feb 14 2018, 10:08 PM
"Hey, no problem," Sam said with a shrug. "But next time the cyborg's letting me borrow his arm or something, y'all's shit is heavy." Sure, send the one normal person out to shop for two supersoldiers. While Sam wasn't seriously complaining, carrying all those bags wasn't exactly fun... except for the part where he knew that one of them was filled with bananas and a currently empty plum bag. He'd grown up with four younger siblings and countless cousins; Sam Wilson knew how to be petty and get on someone's nerves.

"Pop-tarts and ramen," he answered when Steve asked what he'd gotten. "And some fruit, microwave dinners, hot dogs, things like that." Mostly cheap stuff, none of them were exactly rich considering they were fugitives. But Sam had grown up in a poorer family than this one - and Steve for sure was family, even if Sam bitched at Bucky day in and day out and questioned Steve's taste in friends, self included. To be entirely honest, he didn't mind having Bucky around, even if occasionally there were moments where he half wondered if the Soldier programming was ever going to call it quits.

The audible swearing from the kitchen made him grin as he flopped down in one of the spare seats. "James Barnes, what would your mama think if she heard you talkin' like that?" he called, just to be a pain in the ass. "Besides, I got you your favourites." This was barely true, and considering he'd bought bananas without getting spare plums, he figured that didn't count as much. But hey, nobody could say that Sam wasn't a nice guy when he wanted to be. It was just that he and Bucky had a not-entirely-nice relationship, and Steve was sickeningly nice to the guy on a daily basis, which meant Sam had to step in.

Of course, Bucky came back in glaring like a wet cat, and Sam pulled together an innocent look. "What's'a matter, Barnes?"

Steve Rogers

Captain America
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Feb 16 2018, 03:15 PM


Steve was starting to get hungry, just at the mention of food. They usually waited until they were out of everything before they went to get some more, so, naturally, the cupboards were bare and he was excited to actually have a decent meal. Granted, microwave dinners and things like that didn't really count as decent meals, but it was what they had for now, there was nothing else that could be done. "Sounds good, thanks, Sam. Maybe I'll try to cook something tonight. The chili I made the other day was... well, it was okay," he said, knowing that some parts of it had been pretty burned, but he'd tried. That was all that really mattered, right? Steve watched as Bucky got up from the couch and his eyes followed the other man out of the room. He leaned back against the couch once he was out of sight and let out a sigh before he turned his attention back to Sam.

Steve heard Bucky sweat from the kitchen and looked over at Sam, raising his eyebrows and knowing he'd done something. "His mother woulda smacked him in the back of the head. I know, I saw it happen before," Steve said, a slight tease in his tone of voice. After his own mother had passed away, Bucky's mother had become quite literally a staple in Steve's family life. She was like a second mother to him and he loved her for it. And, damn, did he miss her. "What, exactly, are our favorites? We pretty much eat whatever we've got, no complaints." He let out a soft laugh and kept a listen out for Bucky, to hear if he was going to come back into the living room and, sure enough, he wandered in, an annoyed look on his face. As upset as he seemed, Steve couldn't help but think of just hot damn good he looked. He had to shake it out of his head, though. Bucky wouldn't want him, he'd never want him.

Steve watched as Bucky seemed to be pouting at the end of the couch, an angry look in his eyes. Steve moved a little closer to him and then looked back at Sam. "What did you do?" he asked, feeling more like he was dealing with children than grown adults. Sam had, obviously, done something to piss off Bucky, but he couldn't quite get his grip on what. And then he remembered what Sam was eating and he happened to know that Bucky really enjoyed plums. Knowing Sam, he'd only gotten one and decided against letting Bucky have it. Classic move to get under his skin and Steve knew it. Maybe he'd got out later and get plums, but never in the daylight. He was too smart for that. "Hot dogs sound really good, right? I remember eating them at the baseball stadium when we used to sneak in. Better than, I don't know, things like a plum or banana or something." His words were said offhandedly, but he couldn't help but shoot Sam a small glare in the process. This whole issue could have been avoided if he'd just bought an extra plum, but no. Shopping trips were never that easy, were they?





Sam Wilson James Barnes

James Barnes

Winter Soldier
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100 years old
245 posts
Feb 19 2018, 10:39 PM


"No, she would'a thought he was a fuck ass." Just because they knew she would have gotten mad and smacked him didn't mean that Sam needed to know. His mother could have been very much a grouchy, sweary, woman. Sam didn't know. Hell he didn't know for a long time. He didn't care that he was being petty because Sam was being petty, so even though Steve was squarely caught in the middle they all knew they'd get a laugh out of it eventually, probably.

He didn't answer Sam's question right away because 'nothing' was technically a lie, but 'you got fucking bananas' sounded like the answer of a crazy person. Honestly, that served him right for thinking saying, out loud, in front of Sam, that bananas were disgusting now for some reason like it wouldn't lead to this kind of an outcome. He didn't even care that much about plums, he was just annoyed that Sam didn't get anything but his absolute least favorite.

Steve's comment though, he grinned and his leg automatically stretched out closer to Steve as he leaned in conspiratorially. "I dunno, wouldn't want to feed him too much, Icarus over there might not fit in his backpack." That was utter crap, Sam probably weighed less than half of what they did, but to be fair they were genetically engineered super soldiers, there was a reason they were heavy. "As long as it's not C-rations I'll eat it." He said, still a little sulky as he settled back into the couch again.



Sam Wilson

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Mar 9 2018, 12:54 AM
Sam raised an unimpressed eyebrow at Steve's offer to cook. He might not know much, but his mom had at least raised a boy that had known how to cook. "You better get better at not burning things, then," he suggested. "The first warning sign is the slightly charred smell that fills the kitchen." In Steve's defense, it hadn't been that bad, but that only meant there was less that needed improvement. They should all probably stick to feeding themselves things that a teenager or college student could make, but then again, for all the supersoldier in the room, someone had clearly skipped putting day-to-day intelligence in the mix. He rolled his eyes as Steve watched Bucky as long as the other man was in his line of sight. Freaking oblivious.

"Any woman that could put up with you two would find me a damn angel, Barnes," he yelled back. Then he grinned as Steve revealed that Mrs Barnes would have undoubtedly had something to say on her son using such language. None of them had talked too much about their families. It seemed like a painful subject for Steve at times, and he doubted that Bucky remembered enough to want to have such a conversation. Sam had mentioned things in passing, but he'd never really had a sit-down conversation about them, although Bucky had tried to steal his phone a couple times while he was talking to his siblings or other relatives.

"You wanna test that 'we'll eat anything' theory?" he asked, half teasing and half interested. "My sister's kid does mayonnaise and sugar sandwiches on saltine crackers." And much as he loved his nieces and nephews, that was one thing that he'd always manage to weasel out of tasting. Nobody expected five-year-olds to be good cooks, but damn if that wasn't something on all-new levels of weird. Maybe he could feed one to Barnes, knowing him, he'd like it.

Of course, Steve picked up on the fact that Bucky was sulking right away. Sam shrugged, feigning innocence. "I went shopping like y'all wanted me to." And if Bucky wanted to rant like a crazy person about how bananas were weird, well, Sam would let him do it. Lord only knew that there was too much fucked up in his friends' heads for him to even try being professional about it. Nobody with an ounce of common sense tried to mix business and pleasure when they worked in a profession like his. Of course, that divide hadn't been there in his pre-military social work, but there was a difference between kids that needed a friend and vets with more trauma than any dozen people deserved.

He grinned when Steve glared at him, not even pretending to be innocent any more. Yeah, Steve knew he'd done something, and he'd bet that the other man had guessed what it was too. "I like food and I don't regret it," he said unconcernedly, pretending to be an adult for a second. Naturally, that didn't last. "Besides, the Icarus myth was all about the dangers of hubris and personal over-ambition, like someone staying in unnaturally good shape." If Bucky wanted to tease him, Lord knew that Sam would throw it right back at him.

The mention of C-rations got a face. "Ain't nobody bringing that trash into this house," he said. Sure, just about anybody could live off of MREs and other field rations indefinitely, which was what they were meant for... but the cost was simply not justifiable to someone who had the slightest standards in what they put in their mouth. Kicking off his shoes where he sat, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, settling into the best position he could find and deciding to be the bigger person and ignore Bucky and whatever else the supersoldier tried to throw his way, a resolution that likely wouldn't last long.

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