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milliways_bar2021-02-21 03:24 pm
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"Go. Go! Take this journal and write down everything you can remember. It will help, I promise you."
"Princess--"
"Do not argue. Find somewhere quiet, where you won't be bothered."
"The kids aren't a bother."
"They are also not quiet."
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It's been a long time since he's been here, enough that if pressed he couldn't actually say how long. He hadn't exactly meant to come, either, but he'd been thinking about finding somewhere out of the way when he walked out of Shuri's lab, and there's no question that Milliways fits that description better than anywhere else.
About ten minutes later, Bucky Barnes is settled in at one of the quieter booths in the back, the journal open in front of him. (A close observer might notice that each page is subtly embossed with the logo of the Wakandan Design Group.)
He's holding a pen in his right hand and tapping it against the blank page. From time to time he sets down the pen and picks up the cup of coffee waiting beside him instead. A swallow or two later, he repeats the process, swapping cup for pen.
His left hand is immaterial to the whole process, as it's entirely absent. A series of gauze bandages are barely visible under the collar of his shirt, and his left sleeve is neatly pinned shut over where his arm used to be.
"Princess--"
"Do not argue. Find somewhere quiet, where you won't be bothered."
"The kids aren't a bother."
"They are also not quiet."
It's been a long time since he's been here, enough that if pressed he couldn't actually say how long. He hadn't exactly meant to come, either, but he'd been thinking about finding somewhere out of the way when he walked out of Shuri's lab, and there's no question that Milliways fits that description better than anywhere else.
About ten minutes later, Bucky Barnes is settled in at one of the quieter booths in the back, the journal open in front of him. (A close observer might notice that each page is subtly embossed with the logo of the Wakandan Design Group.)
He's holding a pen in his right hand and tapping it against the blank page. From time to time he sets down the pen and picks up the cup of coffee waiting beside him instead. A swallow or two later, he repeats the process, swapping cup for pen.
His left hand is immaterial to the whole process, as it's entirely absent. A series of gauze bandages are barely visible under the collar of his shirt, and his left sleeve is neatly pinned shut over where his arm used to be.
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He chuckles, taking care to stay still while BB-8 whirls around him.
"Okay, okay, I'm taking that as a yes. I promise, I'll let you take a look before I do anything."
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Pip-p-p-peeeeeep!
Yeah, you'd better, Bucky.
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The rat scurries back to them with the requested oil change and another very large cup of coffee for Bucky. He accepts them one at a time and sets them on the table, then beckons to BB-8.
"If I hold this for you, can you open it?"
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He also trills a question, optical dome tilted a little to one side. Who's Shuri, Bucky?
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It's really impressive just how much the little droid can communicate with a shift in angle and a few sounds.
"Shuri? She's -- well, a lot of things. Pretty much the best scientist I've ever known, for one."
The respect in his tone is not present when talking about other scientists, basically ever, with a few very notable exceptions. Very few.
(Two.)
(Tony Stark is not one of them.)
"She's also my doctor right now. And an inventor. She's brilliant when it comes to technology in any form."
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She sounds... busy. Maybe even busier than Poe, who BB-8 has very scientifically calculated is the busiest being in the whole galaxy!
Another questioning trill, and he rolls a little towards the main entrance door. She doesn't come here?
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"Not that I know of," he says. "Sorry. If she ever does, I promise to introduce you."
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Slightly giggly trills, and a lighter-based thumbs up. He'll hold you to that, Bucky!
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"Hey - got a question for you, little guy. About the work you do - are you an 'astromech'?"
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He pauses a second, optical dome canting.
Beep-boop! Whirrrp?
It's an affirmative with a query attached.
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"The guy I met before, the one with the medtech," he explains. "Asked if that's what you were when I was trying to tell him about you."