It happened all the time. Wakandans sent to check on him from T'challa, someone Steve knew, Sam, one of the young kids who were trying to become some new branch of Avengers. He was convinced his address was on a white-
because something for sure happened, to see the young woman who was usually so cheerful and bright, so full of life and ideas so....torn apart. Something bad. Something awful.
Shuri finally got ahold of herself just enough to look at him. "My mother and T'Challa are both with the ancestors. I am the only member of the royal family left". She managed to get out before starting to sniffle again.
It hits him over the head like an anvil, barely able to react for a few moments as the news washes over him.
The queen. T'challa. They were....god, they were good people. Kind people, strong people. The kind of people you looked up to, at the end of the day. Bucky had nothing but good will in his-
He didn't often get visitors, not in his dingy old Brooklyn apartment. Especially not when it came to mutant superheroes who could be considered almost royalty. But here he was, in his kitchen with Storm. Huh. What the hell had his-
life become? Hey, he had been far kinder to her than he was to most visitors that tended to show up. He had a soft spot for many things wakandan or connected to them, especially after they had taken care of him for so long, seemingly expecting nothing in return. They were...a kind people. He wasnt-
Ororo approached with a small smile. "No, I'm here of my own accord. Just wanted to check and see how you were faring after everything that's happened". She stopped a few feet away from him.
It's quiet, the night cold and almost bitter as he sits at the edge of the rooftop, watching the traffic below. This was a common place the man could be found nowadays, watching the world go by him, as it had almost always felt like it was doing nowadays. The world went-
ignore them until whoever it was seemed to get close enough. There was no fear, no hesitation. He simply continued to watch the night life below his feet, down at the ground level.
He didn't expect company much nowadays, let alone the powerhouse Wanda was to appear in his little dingy apartment. Honestly...he didn't even know she was still around. He really needed to keep track of things more.
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At this point, he was used to random visitors.
It happened all the time. Wakandans sent to check on him from T'challa, someone Steve knew, Sam, one of the young kids who were trying to become some new branch of Avengers. He was convinced his address was on a white-
This? This was different. No friendly barge in, no ribbing from a younger kid trying to judge how the scary Winter Soldier would react to them.
Just....Shuri. Who was currently crying. That was....oh, that was jarring.
"What happened?" -
The queen. T'challa. They were....god, they were good people. Kind people, strong people. The kind of people you looked up to, at the end of the day. Bucky had nothing but good will in his-
"Who did it?"
He had many thoughts on his mind. Some awful plot. Maybe Sam would want to be involved too. Sam had also grown close with the Wakandans, from what-
"Did T'challa send you?"
He didn't often get visitors, not in his dingy old Brooklyn apartment. Especially not when it came to mutant superheroes who could be considered almost royalty. But here he was, in his kitchen with Storm. Huh. What the hell had his-
As alright as he could be, he guessed. He had a roof over his head and an alright income. Most didn't even have that to themselves.
He was luckier than most.
[In reality, he had been in a daze for months now, it felt. Trying to fit in, trying to survive. Trying to be human after-
It's quiet, the night cold and almost bitter as he sits at the edge of the rooftop, watching the traffic below. This was a common place the man could be found nowadays, watching the world go by him, as it had almost always felt like it was doing nowadays. The world went-
"Your footsteps aren't as quiet as you think."
Even in thought, he was still an observant killer. He had heard the sound of smaller footsteps coming up, choosing to just-
"Wanda?"
He didn't expect company much nowadays, let alone the powerhouse Wanda was to appear in his little dingy apartment. Honestly...he didn't even know she was still around. He really needed to keep track of things more.