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Maybe you should suggest having a session here. It might make them easier on her and you.

[ He has to laugh a little at that. ]

If only. She's as uptight as they get. Once she pulls out her little notebook, I'm pretty much doomed.

Well, maybe I can help. If I'm not busy I could meet you here for a drink and venting.

[ Like a good lawyer does. ]

That gives me something to look forward to. Thanks.

[He doesn't know many people around here. Basically none. To find someone he can actually talk to and who already knows who he is, it's kind of a wonderful thing. Maybe that's why he jumped at the chance, even if he's been terrible at keeping in touch with people.

Josie brings his beer over and he gives her a thanks, taking a long sip. It does nothing for him, but it's the thought that counts.]

Is your office around here too, or do you just live here?

[ It's an honest offer to someone who must feel lost in the world. Matt feels like Bucky could use a friend. ]

My office is here too. I don't leave Hell's Kitchen very often.

[ He chuckles a little. ]

I went to LA and it was nice but I missed home.

[ Matt is very right, even if Bucky is hard pressed to admit it. Friends are a tricky thing these days. ]

It's hard to leave. I was thinkin' about it, but- I can't.

What's LA like?

Sunny. I felt the sun on my face a lot. And warmer than here even in summer. Um, I'm sure it was beautiful though it smelled like hot smog.

[ He wrinkles his nose at the memory. ]

I was there for work though and didn't do much more beyond that.

Doesn't smell like hot smog here?

[It smells like a lot of other things in this city. Bucky wonders how heightened that sense of smell must be for Matt.]

That tends to be the case for me too. They really have to tack on an extra day for sight seeing.

It's not the same. I know it doesn't make any sense but it's different. Maybe because people are crowded together more here.

[ More heightened than anyone really realizes. ]

You probably don't get as much freedom to plan your trips. I focus on work too much. Though the city of visual entertainment is not really built for me to enjoy.

Yeah, that could be it. Or maybe it's just all the competing smells we've got here. There are a lot of 'em.

[He's not complaining though. Not by a long shot. The 1930's were pretty smelly too- there are just so many different ones these days.]

I'm sure you can sight see in your own way? Although- you probably call it something else, huh.

It's, uh, mostly making sense of sounds. And I have a cane to guide myself but unless I'm touching something I really can't say I 'see'.

[ It's a well practiced lie. Matt is not talking about his radar sense and the world on fire around him. Even Bucky is burning in his senses, the arm especially bright from the mechanics in it. ]

Every blind person describes it differently.

That's interesting.

[The way that honing senses is for a spy, or an assassin. Bucky tries not to think about it that way, though.]

Must be even more intense in the city, then. Do you find the noise of it all to be more of an advantage or a disadvantage?

[He takes a sip of his beer, then hesitates.]

Sorry- are these questions weird and invasive? I don't mean to be.

[ He's closer to the truth than he knows. ]

It's nothing I haven't been asked before. Usually people want to know how it happened and if I remember colors.

[ Matt shrugs, unbothered. ]

I prefer people ask instead of make assumptions about my disability. And the noise is distracting is the best way to say it. I've gotten good at blocking out what I don't need to listen to.

[ Bucky's not really sure why, but he has an inkling that all is not as it seems. He also wonders if that's just in his head, though. ]

I hate it when people ask me questions, so if I ever ask too many or get on your last nerve, just tell me to shut up.

[He kinda feels like a hypocrite, but if it helps any, he'd probably answer some questions too, just so fair's fair.]

Yeah, I know what you mean. [About assumptions.] Must've been rough. But hey- if you're good here, you can be good anywhere. Kinda like what they say about driving in the city. If you learn here, you can drive anywhere.

It's alright. You're not treating me like glass. I prefer that.

[ He flashes a brief but genuine smile in Bucky's direction. Really, it's not a problem to answer questions. And he can tell Bucky's genuine. This is not morbid curiosity. ]

I'm pretty sure it's illegal to drive under the influence of blindness but I don't think a quiet life in the country is for me. I like the city. I like the work I do here.

You don't seem anything like glass.

[Maybe Matt can's see Bucky's smile, but he can probably hear it in his tone. ]

Public transportation is a breeze these days. There are a lot more cars on the road, sure, but I gotta say, the subway system has improved drastically. And yeah, I bet it would be harder to get things done out in the country side. I'm sure people in the city appreciate the work you do. Well- most of the time.

I'm too stubborn for that.

[ He can hear it and smiles in response. ]

The people who matter appreciate what I do. And I love my work. I get to help the people who are often overlooked.

Apparently that's the most important thing these days.

[Steve must've done well in this day and age. But that's not a topic Bucky wants to bring up.]

You know- it's great that you've found something like that.

It helps.

[ He hesitates a moment before saying anything. ]

You said you don't like questions but I feel like I should ask, what is it you'd like to be doing? Instead of what you are doing which you don't sound very happy about.

[ He finishes his beer, then orders them another round. Might as well, if they're gonna get into questions. Bucky doesn't mind so much when it comes to people who already know his background. There's a lot less he has to hide. ]

It's alright, you can ask. I don't have to figure out a whole less pathetic story to tell.

[Still feels pathetic either way, though.]

Truthfully though, I'm not really sure what I'd like to be doing. Right now it's working for what's left of SHIELD, and government contracts. When they need someone like me, they call me.

[ He can't help but roll his eyes slightly at the mention of SHIELD. What a disaster that turned out to be. The legal fallout for that will be happening for a long time. ]

That's a fair answer. I suppose you're still catching up to the times and there's a lot to choose from when it comes to doing things.

[ He's not going to press too hard. Hearing when people are uncomfortable or unhappy does help him know when to push and when to stop. ]

I guess just wondered if you were... itching to write the next American novel or learn small engine repair. Maybe take up stained glass? Oh, maybe glass blowing.

[ He's teasing a little on the last one. ]

[ Yeah, he often has that same reaction as well- except for him it's complicated. ]

Yeah. I haven't really had a chance to do things.

[Well that's not quite it either, but he's definitely been stalling with life. He's mostly unhappy with himself, though, and the truth is, he has no one to talk to. Not really. His therapist sure as hell doesn't count.]

Like- normal people things?

Yeah, normal people things. Or just hobbies.

[ There is a note of unhappiness in the tone. Subtle that others might take as sarcasm or just disinterest. ]

Something besides work and whatever your probation mandates. I like collecting records.

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