nerves_of_ice: (bucky (cw): in focus)
Sharon had slept right through until early morning, just before dawn when he himself had shaken her awake just long enough to murmur that he was making coffee and wasn't leaving. He came back with two cups, one for each of them, and curled up with her to watch the sunrise through the window.

He walks with her to the conference chamber for the meeting, and finds Ross waiting outside the door for his agent to arrive. The other man raises his eyebrows at Bucky, who in turn gives a bland stare back. Ross visibly decides that it's not his problem, and leads the way into the room.

T'Challa, standing next to Okoye and Nakia and studying something on a holographic display over the table, looks away from it to meet Bucky's eyes. He holds the king's gaze and tries to make his own convey everything he wants it to say. After a moment or two of consideration, T'Challa nods, and gestures for him to join the rest at the table.
nerves_of_ice: (bucky (cw): in focus)
With the controls removed, there technically isn't any reason for Steve and Tony to remain, and Bucky's well aware that there are things they both need to be dealing with back in the States. He's the one to broach the subject with his best friend, late one evening, in private - and it's sometime before dawn before they've hashed out a few of the details to follow on an initial plan for future visits. It helps, he thinks, that there is a plan, rough though it may be.

Tony expresses mild curiosity about the coronation ceremony itself, but on finding out that it's closed to a very small group - what Bucky privately thinks of as Wakandan nobility - decides he'd rather go back in advance than be around and unable to attend. Bucky sees them both off, then throws himself back into further study of Wakandan history, having managed a basic command of the language by now. It helps keep him distracted from figuring out what comes next, and anyway there's no point in spending a lot of time thinking about that until after T'Challa's confirmed in his kingship and things calm down.

On the day of the coronation itself, Bucky finds a place in one of the smaller garden rooms to read, rather than be out and about anywhere in Birnin Zana or elsewhere in the Citadel. He could just as easily have stayed in his room, he knows, but he's decided that it'd be a bad idea for him to ever start thinking of the pleasant little apartment as being any sort of confinement. He should be out of the way enough here to not bother anyone.

After all, it's not like anyone's looking for him.
nerves_of_ice: (bucky (cw): medical)
For some reason, the scans and tests have been particularly intense this morning. Tony and Shuri are huddled in front of a display, studying the results and having an incredibly animated conversation about it.

They've been at it for half an hour now, and about halfway through Bucky had given up and gone to lie down on the little sofa, blinking the patterns of light out of his vision. Steve, who's doing a really bad job of trying not to hover, comes to sit down beside him. Before he can even get the question out, Bucky waves his right hand at him. "I'm fine," he reassures him. "Just waiting for the spots to pass. You try staring into bright lights for that long and see if you don't see spots too, super soldier or not." Steve chuckles and leans against the back of the couch, something relaxing in his posture, and Bucky lies back down and closes his eyes.

The next thing he knows, he's woken from a light doze by a shadow falling over him. He opens his eyes to see Tony standing there, and as soon as he does the other man claps his hands together. "Okay. Ready? Let's do this."

Bucky blinks at him. "You mean now?"
nerves_of_ice: (winter soldier: blank stare)
It's a long flight from Berlin to Novosibirsk and the secret location far beyond it, even in a Quinjet. They spend the time planning and coordinating. Bucky describes the structure and security of the facility itself as best he remembers. Tony calls up plans and blueprints from god knows where and throws them into the middle of the plane for all to see. They're not the same as what Bucky remembers, they figure out fairly quickly, but they're better than nothing.

Tony also takes over the back of the plane and snaps at anyone who comes close, doing something that involves shifting screens and models of buildings and wave patterns and a human skull, and the eventually the low humming grind of a machine. Soon after, he stalks back up to the front of the plane and shoves a set of custom-fabricated earplugs at Bucky, who stares at them and then at Tony.

"Noise-cancelling all the way to total sound blackout. Tap the end of the earpiece to deafen yourself," Tony informs him. "Last thing we need's for you to be his puppet." Bucky starts to stammer a thanks, but Tony growls something under his breath and stalks back to the back of the plane again to work on something else. Steve catches Bucky's eye and shakes his head, and Bucky decides to leave well enough alone.

Sam advises everyone to rest in shifts; Bucky knows he's not wrong, but neither he nor Steve can do it, and after a while Sam stops trying to convince them. Natasha sits with him for a while, her eyes dark with concern. They don't say much, but there's no need to.

A Snowcat is parked outside the door of the facility when they land. Bucky's jaw sets in hard lines at the sight of it, and he trades a look with Steve.

They're already here.
nerves_of_ice: (bucky (cw): staring into space)
It's a month after Thessaloniki when he slips the unmarked, unstamped postcard in the mail at Sharon Carter's apartment.

(It had taken him the entire month to decide to reach out. He'd spent most of the time burying himself in his self-imposed work and not allowing himself to think about anything other than the mission. Eventually, he'd realized that it wasn't working, and that there was only one way to find out what he now needs to know, even if he can't admit even to himself exactly why he does.)

Of course there's always the chance she'll think it's just an advertisement and ignore it. If she does, he'll try again with something a little more obvious before deciding she's not interested in reconnecting. Still, he thinks she's clever enough to catch it, and to decode the message, which isn't that subtle when it comes down to it: time, place, location.

It takes far less than a minute to pick the lock on the mailbox security panel - two seconds, maybe three, and he's able to pull it open, drop the card on top of her mail, and secure it once more.

Bucky makes his way from her apartment back down the Berlin street quickly and quietly, cap pulled down to hide his face, and disappears into the crowd.
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