I think I'm a clone now

[ippotsuko]

Who: ippotsuko and bucky_cap
When: Saturday
Where: Bucky's apartment
Summary: It's time for a father-son discussion about guilt issues! Because their body counts are ridiculous.
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: Discussion of brutal murder, Accelerator's mouth.

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[bucky_cap]

Bucky's been working on post-takeover plans. In between that, and reacquainting with Natasha, and moving all his things over from F1 to his new apartment, things have been pretty hectic. Now is no different, he's sitting in the living room amongst a spread of papers, a pen behind his ear and one in his hand, taking notes and scribbling down ideas for the security of the station and the operation of his new division.

The loud knocking on the door makes him scramble to his feet, though, because he isn't expecting anyone to come visit. Dick and Barbara are probably still settling into their new house, Jim, Tom and Nat wouldn't bother to knock, Carol probably wouldn't knock either... He opens up the door to find Accelerator, and manages a smile.

"Hey there, kiddo. C'mon in."

[ippotsuko]

Accelerator wasted no time entering, but he certainly didn't return the smile--all Bucky got was a wary glance.

"Tch...where are all of your shitty friends? Not that I particularly care."

After a moment of hesitation, he finally adds,"...Got a minute?"

[bucky_cap]

Bucky waves toward the overstuffed couch, indicating he can sit down if he wants to, and moves to start picking up his papers. "Tasha, Jim and Tom are all out right now." Once he's gotten the living room tidied up a little, he sets the papers on the coffee table and moves into the kitchen.

"Want something to drink? I've always got time for you, kiddo."

[ippotsuko]

Accelerator wastes no time taking the offer--Bucky should know by now that the boy really likes couches--and making himself comfortable.

"Tch, I'm fine, unless you have coffee.

...How have you felt about the shit that's been going on lately?"