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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve all but bounces into the bar today. He has a Thing To Show People!

First stop is the Bar, for an egg cream and burger.

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[imthepilot]

Bodhi is probably not the people Steve is looking for, they haven't met after all, but he's at the bar all the same.

He smiles to the tall blond man as he comes out of the kitchen with a plate of sweet seed cakes. "Would you like one? They're still warm."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Hey, thanks!" Steve takes one of the cakes. "It's not going to turn me into a weasel or something, is it?" he asks but bites in anyway.

He's been in the bar long enough to know how these things work. More or less.

[imthepilot]

"I wouldn't imagine so." Bodhi frowns, looking down at the cakes. "What's a weasel?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"It's a small land mammal.

"Free food in this bar tends to have unexpected side effects. But this is delicious, so thank you.

"My name's Steve Rogers -- Earth, 2015."

[imthepilot]

"Oh right." Bodhi frowns again. "No, my seed-cakes won't turn you into an animal. Small land mammal or otherwise. I'm just tinkering with the recipe, testing out some new spices. I rather like Earth cinnamon."

"I'm Bodhi. Bodhi Rook, from Jedha. I'd give you the galactic year I died but I doubt it would mean anything to you."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Probably not," Steve agrees.

"Cinnamon's the best, though. I encourage its usage wherever possible."

[imthepilot]

"I don't mind nutmeg but I tend to avoid cloves. They can be too overpowering. Earth ginger is interesting. Very different to the sand ginger we grew back home." He shrugs. "Sorry, rambling. Having access to Earth spices has been a learning curve."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I understand," Steve replies. "We really didn't have access to this stuff when I was a kid, and I've started learning to cook recently in ways I never imagined possible before."

[imthepilot]

"You came from a poor world- I mean area? Sorry, there's so many people from Earth here I keep forgetting it's only one planet and not a system."

[run_barry]

"Hey, Steve," Barry greets with a smile, coming up to lean against the counter. "You seem happy."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Barry! I wrote a book!"

He's got a manila envelope under his arm, which he opens to show Barry a slim paperback picture book called The Kids From Brooklyn, with cartoon portraits of Bucky and Steve as children on the cover and "Steven G. Rogers" listed as the author.

[run_barry]

"Seriously? That's awesome!" His smile grows into a grin. "Can I check it out?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve hands it over with a grin. "Absolutely.

"It's just about me and Bucky when we were kids. I guess that's obvious."

[run_barry]

Taking a seat on a stool, he pages through the book.

"This is great, Steve," he comments as he looks over the pictures and story. "I didn't know you did this kind of stuff."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"This was my first try," Steve says, sitting too and leaning his elbows on the bar. "Well, the third version of my first try. I keep wanting to explain things to people--and there are biographies and even a movie about us, but they don't..." He looks fretful. "They not quite right.

"So this is me saying what I remember." He points to a graphic on the back cover. "And my publisher agreed to give my royalties to some veterans' organizations."

[run_barry]

He nods to show that he understands what Steve is saying. "You're own movie, that's gotta be pretty surreal."

Handing the book back, he offers up another smile. "That's really cool, man. The book and what you're doing with it."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I haven't seen it, myself," Steve says. "It's got some fellas named James Dean and Paul Newman as me and Bucky, which according to everything I've read about it is a pretty big deal."

He puts the book back into the manila envelope. "Thanks. Just trying to put a little good into the world."

And if Bucky is ever exposed, maybe people will be inclined to be empathetic to him, knowing his story. He hopes.

[nerves_of_ice]

"You're in a cheerful mood."

Bucky has ghosted in from somewhere and is now leaning against a wall near the stairs, looking amused and watching Steve.

(Somewhere, in this case, is the ring in the garage, where he goes when the main gym doesn't feel right for whatever reason.)

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Bucky!" No denial from this quarter--he's in a marvelous mood (no pun intended) and he proudly holds out the reason, a slim manila envelope. "Wait till you see this."

[nerves_of_ice]

He gives Steve a quizzical look, but accepts the envelope without hesitation.

"What is it?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

“Remember how I made that little book about us as kids?” Steve all but bounces on the balls of his feet.

[nerves_of_ice]

"The one with the bears?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

“Yeah, that’s the one.”

[nerves_of_ice]

"Yeah, I remember --"

He's opening the envelope as he talks, and his words break off as he glances down into the package.

"-- this is a book."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

“That’s an advanced reader copy of a book about us. For kids.”