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[Carol is seated in front of her console, in civvies. Actually, sitting might be the wrong term. She's more floating a few inches above her chair, legs crossed. She does this sometimes without thinking when she's sitting. She looks mostly unbothered by this whole thing. A little frustrated maybe but at most it seems to be a minor inconvenience]

So. Alternate universes are a bitch, huh? Or whatever you'd classify this as. You would think whatever bigger power it is you believe in would have decided by now that this has happened to me enough but I guess not. Oh well, what can you do? [Said oh so casually like she has just seen way too much of of this shit. Which she has. Weird happenings are sort of a thing in her life ]

Anyway, alternate universe craziness aside, my name's Carol. Nice to meet you guys. Under the circumstances and all. I'm sure you hear stuff like this a lot but let's just get this out of the way first: What's the progress on not being here anymore?

And while I'm asking things, how many people here are from Earth? Better yet, who here has heard of the Avengers, the X Men or Captain America? Or who knows anything about superheroes at all, even if it's not any of the things I just mentioned? Let's just say I want to know for my own reference.

[She'd also like to see just how many people ended up here from her world. Or a world similar to hers. Having more superheroes around never hurt. She pauses and glances off to the side, looking at something intensely for a minute as if considering something very important before turning back to the console]

Unrelated but can the fires around here actually burn things? Just, you know, curious.

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Invaders, huh? Cap's team from back during the war. And what would a normal guy like you know about them?

Saw 'em a couple times, on the front lines. They were always right out there with the soldiers.

So you're a soldier? [A soldier who knows the Invaders...] So am I. Air Force. Further along in time than you are, I think.

[That's... not what that is called, is it?] You mean the Air Corps?

And yeah, most folks are. Farther along, I mean.

It's Air Force now. But yeah, same idea. We still fly planes and all that. [He's definitely from World War II]

Oh yeah? I guess you've heard a lot about the future then.

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[He really doesn't enjoy feeling ten steps behind everyone else. It's like everyone knows so much that he doesn't and no one is telling him anything helpful - it sets him on edge. Kind of like this whole thing right now; he can see the other people talking to her like they're familiar with her, and he knows that they aren't people he wants to be anywhere near...]

Little bit here 'n there. The internet is magic and there are mutants, or somethin'.

Yeah, that about sums it up. Of course, there have pretty much always been mutants it just wasn't a thing we knew about for a while. [Shrug. She's pretty sure she should know this guy but she still can't quite place it. He's being evasive]

So let's take a few steps back. What do you know about Captain America and the Invaders? He still have a sidekick where you come from? Some kid is tights?

Yeah, I heard that too. Ain't somethin' I really saw much of, though. [That's not technically a lie since they didn't have "mutants" in his day, just superpowered people.]

Uh, he's got a shield an' the newsreels say he punched Hitler? [He shrugs slightly.] Yeah, I guess. Captain America's the one you really pay attention to, though. [Being modest is killing him.]

Pfft, yup. That's him. [Aw she always really liked that story] Are you kidding? It's been years since the war and people still talk about Bucky. [Because he died but uh] Some kid running around with Captain America, of course they're gonna pay attention to him. A lot of kids wanted to be him.

[Oh. He's really not sure how he feels about hearing that. They wouldn't have wanted to be him if they'd seen half the things he's seen, if they'd been trained for half the things he's been trained for. He's got no illusions about that part anymore - he was a kid when he went off to war, took his first life at 16, and died at the ripe old age of 20, just a few weeks after his birthday.

No kid would want that. But he just says neutrally,] Lotta kids don't know war's hell. I don't envy that guy.

So how'd you know Captain America?

They wouldn't. They're protected from it, if they're lucky. They just see the newspapers and newsreels glorifying the whole thing. It's like kids wanting to be superheroes. They don't know what really happens. [Shrug]

Like I said, we're friends. We were on a team together for a while.

[Nooot sure if he trusts that. He doesn't know enough about Cap's 'future' to tell, and there's also the niggling suspicion she might be friends with the Fake Cap instead of his Cap. Or at least that she might be in too much with the people he'd rather avoid. There are so few people he trusts around here...]

You seem popular today, I'll letcha go. [He slumps a little in the seat, though more tiredly than anything, elbows on his thighs; the let-loose pose of someone who's so used to standing military straight most of the time. He still sits that way sometimes, in a distant future he doesn't know.]

[The way he sits, she's seen it before. That with the talk about Cap and the Invaders, World War II, all the shit about not envying Bucky, even the face...holy shit]

Hang on a sec? Can you....[She fiddles around a bit and finally manages to private the damn thing]

Bucky?

[He subtly checks the encryption before he reacts at all; it's better than his, at least. Should suffice. He doesn't like being recognized - it hasn't ended well before now, not well at all... Is there even a point to pretending any more? She recognized him somehow. He isn't sure how, he doesn't know how she knows him, but it sets his teeth to grinding that it's not an uncommon occurrence. He just forces it through his head what he and Toro talked about weeks ago: no one else they really know is here, no one can threaten them.]

Impossible for a guy to lay low around here with you people carryin' on, y'know that?

Please. You gave me plenty of signs. Talking about Cap and the Invaders, saying you're a soldier during World War II, the whole not envying yourself thing...god, I even recognize the face. You're a lot younger than I'm used to but still. [This is weird. The last time she saw Bucky at this age, he shot at her. And then there's the fact that she just saw Sin killing Bucky at home. She's suddenly not sure how to approach this]

...I realize this is probably weird for you. I mean, some woman you've never met knowing you. Sorry about that. We know each other better in the future when you're older.

[He does grit his teeth a little, when she pokes at his story. Any soldier during the war would give the kinds of answers he gave, he doesn't see what's wrong with it - except this place only seems to bring the extraordinary, and the residents assume that holds constant. He doesn't have many options for changing it, though; he doesn't know enough about the modern world to pretend he's from that time. But she recognizes his face somehow, so it's not entirely his story.]

It happens more often than you'd think. [He says tightly, double-checking the encryption.] Nice try, though. I don't get older.

[Carol raises an eyebrow]

What do you mean you "don't get older"?

IF you don't know, then I damn sure ain't gonna believe you know Cap.

Wait wait...you're talking about dying, right? You mean no one's told you....

Holy shit, Bucky. Yeah, you die. But you come back. No one's mentioned that to you?

[As a matter of fact, no one has. Toro doesn't know and neither does Nita, and he hasn't really trusted anyone else here because of everything that's happened to him. The statement sends him reeling, though, turns his world upside down all over again, and god, this really gets old.]

...I don't think I want any of this on the network. [He sounds a little distant when he says it, though he clearly needs to hear more. He can't avoid it, people already know more about him than he does.]

...Yeah. Yeah, okay. [She's talking to this kid, can't be more than twenty, and telling him all this shit about his future. It can't be easy and she feels bad for putting this on him but he deserves to know]

Do you want to know at all? Because I can meet you somewhere if you do.

Not really, but people 'round here love tellin' me things about myself. Lies, mostly. Even got some creep running around calling herself my granddaughter. [Yeah, he's seen her talking to Carol, and he's making it damn clear right now that they are not in any way related.

He pauses for a second, glances off to the side. Does he want to meet with this dame? Not really, but at the same time, he hates being the last one in the dark, especially when it comes to this.] Wood Sector. [And then he gives the name of a little cafe there before he switches off the feed. She can come find him.]

That Rikki girl? Yeeeeeah, not sure what's up with that. As far as I know, you don't have any kids. Kinda impossible to have grandkids if you don't have kids first. [Shrug]

Wood sector. I'll be there. [She takes a deep breath when he cuts the feed, covering her face with her hands for a minute. God, how the hell is this gonna go? She doesn't think the answer to that is "well". But she gets up and wanders into the cafe a bit later anyway, looking for Bucky]

[He's not sure why it's a relief to hear that this girl doesn't know what the fuck that stalker dame is on either. He feels a little vindicated there, maybe. At least he can say for sure she's a liar now.

He's waiting in the cafe when she gets there, seated comfortably at a back table with a cup of weak coffee, wearing his uniform pants, boots, and a plain white t-shirt. The costume is a little conspicuous, he's saving it for a worthwhile occasion. He's sitting casually, but he's got a knife hidden in his boot, and he can easily bend over to get it if he runs into trouble.]

[She spots Bucky at one of the back tables and carefully approaches, giving him a little wave. She has no idea how to approach this without making it more awkward than it already is]

So. Hey. I'm here like I said I would be. [He looks so young. How can this really be the Bucky she knows?]

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