[ well. here we are at the titty typhoon. it is time to unwind after that trial. Bucky is pouring himself a drink when he spots Rui and raises an eyebrow, holding up the bottle of vodka. Want some? ]
[It feels odd to see Bucky as a teenager. What's up with the mask and the sidekick costume? And the actual superhero costume someone else is wearing. This is so out of a superhero story, he thinks, but...it's real, and the guy he has known for a month is part of it.
Or was]
...question. How long had you been part of this...team by this point?
[There's tension in the scene, he can tell. Resentment. Maybe Bucky was new? Hadn't gotten time to prove himself? And apparently still didn't prove himself, that didn't go well]
Namor's an asshole, but he wasn't wrong then. At the time I was just some punk-ass kid in tights. When you don't have superpowers like everyone else, you have to make up for it with skill and good judgement. I had the skill, but I didn't have the judgement yet.
[ arguably, he still doesn't and has never had good judgement. but let's be nice and give him the benefit of the doubt when it comes to combat specifically. ]
w0, saturday
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Sorry, no. Although, frankly, I'm beginning to understand the temptation of indulging in this.
[Is this the sort of day that makes others want to drink? He's sure it is]
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[ puts the bottle down and drinks from his own glass ]
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[All of you and your recreational drinking]
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w1, monday
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Ah, here's Bucky in his natural habitat.
[Nice cape, dude, did you get it in this stall?]
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[Everything is so black and drab around here, thinks Rui. Where's the color? This is kind of an eyesore]
Is anything actually catching your eye around here?
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I keep getting distracted by the not-gun bananas.
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w3, monday
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Or was]
...question. How long had you been part of this...team by this point?
[There's tension in the scene, he can tell. Resentment. Maybe Bucky was new? Hadn't gotten time to prove himself? And apparently still didn't prove himself, that didn't go well]
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With Captain America? About a year. With the others? A few months.
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[What happened to the respect to the senpai...this is not right...]
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Namor's an asshole, but he wasn't wrong then. At the time I was just some punk-ass kid in tights. When you don't have superpowers like everyone else, you have to make up for it with skill and good judgement. I had the skill, but I didn't have the judgement yet.
[ arguably, he still doesn't and has never had good judgement. but let's be nice and give him the benefit of the doubt when it comes to combat specifically. ]
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[Maybe yes, since you didn't die mobbed by a mook crowd before this moment here and now, perhaps?]
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Ah, are you still deathly afraid of me?
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[As if]
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Oh yeah, you really clobbered me, all right.
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[Surely it's not just for the jellos, is it...]