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«It's just that shield's the closest thing I've got left to a family. So when you retired it, it made me feel like I had nothing left.»
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hiii can u please make lockscreens from the new sambucky pictures please? ❤
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Sam Wilson Lockscreens
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Emotional Support Android: Clearly a Cat Person
Title: Clearly a Cat Person
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader/you/ "Georgie" *
*there's a lot of flirting, but there's no sex as it is all texting so it's a "pairing"...no physical encounters or sexting (yet).
Word Count: 2800
Rating: T, some R moments (I try to keep it in line with TFAWS but maybe a hair harder, and definitely more foul language)
Warnings: some language, agoraphobia, cats.
Series Summary: During recovery in Wakanda Bucky was put in touch with his very first internet friend, a computer genius assisting Shuri in his reconditioning that now sends him Cat Memes. He is frequently annoyed by this.
A/N: This is going to be...drabbles? Not even one-shots sort of Chaos-Shots, they will all connect but I don't know how much of them will require reading the previous and I don't think they will have a uniform overarching plot except Text Buddies to More, very slow burn.
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Georgie: Don't skip out on her.
Bucky snorted, texting back: She’s not a date.
Georgie: Sort of is.
He considered how to respond, settled on Set me an alarm.
Georgie: Don’t tempt me. I’ll set it to the Macarena.
No, please, anything else.
Georgie: Stop avoiding your therapist.
He growled and looked at the phone. It pinged. An alert came through: Your Uber is coming in four minutes.
Brow furrowed he typed into the box: What is an Uber?
Georgie: Nice try, gramps, get in the car and go to your session.
I didn’t fight Nazis to be driven around in an Uber.
Georgie: Ha. Ha.
I’m not paying for it.
Georgie: If you think I don’t have access to your credit cards you are sorely mistaken. Who are you buying flowers for?
My cat.
Georgie:You don’t have a cat.
He didn’t respond and in a moment the thread elaborated: But you would actually really do well with a cat.
Do not, under any circumstances, get me a cat.
For the entire ride to his therapist’s office the phone pinged with pictures of cats.
A one-eyed, one-eared formal feral named “Lucky”.
Georgie: Someone else who has been through the war?
He did not respond.
Another one. A leopard looking motherfucker on a goddamn wheel like a mutant hamster.
Georgie: This one needs exercise. You like exercise, right?
He did not respond.
He would not respond.
She sent a big white fluffy monster of a regal cat.
Georgie: Or do you need a princess who could also stab you? I would name her Xena.
He should’ve ignored it and instead responded with: Xena is a terrible name for a cat.
He did not know how she did it but when he left therapy the lockscreen of his phone was the stupid cat and he was utterly unsure of how to change it and he was pissed.
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Bucky felt his phone vibrate.
A text.
“Shit.” He muttered when he saw the number and then read the accusatory message.
Georgie: Why were you arrested Buck?
He pinched the bridge of his nose with his good hand.
How do you even know about that?
Georgie: If you think I have a PhD in robotics but don’t have a Google alert on your name….I don’t even know if you’re salvageable.
What the hell is a Google Alert?
You smirked at the phone and just typed, Are you ok? Are you safe?
The wait time was so long you almost went searching for his location to see if he was anywhere unsafe.
I’ll be fine.
He could sense your disapproval over that response but he didn’t have the space for it.
Sam watched Bucky’s eyes roll at the phone as they sat for the doctor. She eyed the phone too, “Is that--”
“Yes.” Bucky cut her off.
Sam looked between the two of them, “Girlfriend?” He smiled at Bucky’s tense face, “Boyfriend?”
Bucky fixed him a glare, “She is not my girlfriend and we do not have to talk about her.”
Sam’s eyebrows shot up, “Who is she?”
The doctor was jotting down Bucky’s reaction which he saw with a growl, “Again? With the pen?”
“You know James if she had told me you checked in with her I might have let slide your transgression as a tardiness rather than a lapse.” The doctor’s eyebrows were tight, her mouth a harsh line of annoyance, “But you’d rather waste several good people’s time.”
James rolled his eyes, “I don’t waste her time.”
Raynor fixed him with a glance that said And yet you waste mine.
Sam shrugged, “Who is she?”
James held up a hand to cut off Raynor, “Just a friend.”
“You don’t have friends.” Sam snorted.
Raynor rolled her eyes, “She was an associate of Shuri’s during James’ reconditioning in Wakanda, she helped employ the AI algorithm in his brain. They’ve kept in touch.”
Sam looked impressed, “So….a girlfriend.”
“A female who I am friends with, what are we twelve? I’m not going to get into this with you.” James blushed.
Raynor’s pen was poised, “Did you discuss your date with her?”
Sam’s eyebrows went higher and his grin split his face, this was too good, “You had a date?”
“Really, any other topic would be--” James growled as Raynor took notes, “Really? It’s such a ploy. I hate it.”
“I hate having my time wasted.” She gestured between the boys, “Now, face one another.”
No, I didn’t tell her about the date. But not because of that.
Frankly, the date had been half your idea.
You’d helped him set up his Tinder profile over speakerphone while you hacked his laptop, scoffing, “Why don’t you have any good selfies?”
“Because they’re stupid?”
“You frustrate me Barnes.” You clicked your tongue against your teeth, “We should have anticipated this in Wakanda, it makes for better backgrounds. People love Wakanda, deeply impressive.”
He called her George Orwell for a little while, but somehow it had whittled down to Georgie. It was a nickname that worked on him in several ways, he felt it dated her. He couldn’t imagine ‘texting’ with a ‘Mandy’ or a ‘Meghan’ when everyone he remembered was Myrtle and Laurabeth and Elizabeth. Or Rebecca. And the youngest of his cousins had been George, the one who had tried to give him a toy soldier to bring to the war so you aren’t lonely Buck and who he never saw again. He looked it up– the kid, not a kid anymore, volunteered for Vietnam and went MIA, never to be seen again.
So.
His Orwellian overlord was Georgie.
If he thought it would bother her it did the opposite.
She made the avatar for her in his phone the eye of Big Brother.
She had never shown him her face, and that was…deeply disturbing and incredibly relieving at the same time. He was used to face to face communication, but also in his Wakandan adjustment period he really struggled with looking anyone in the face and feeling their eyes on him, feeling the judgment.
When it was just a voice over the phone, a few lines of text, that he knew was a person he was able to…ease back in at his own pace. She had insisted on him texting so he could get used to it. Had offered an emoji crash course that he promptly turned down because no.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to fit in here and now it’s just that…
Well, he didn’t fucking like it all the time. Nobody could fully teach him how to feel about all this, nobody could take the sting of strangeness away from him. Nobody could fix this particular problem. Shuri had called her a world-class problem solver and also terrified to leave her house.
He didn’t push– agoraphobia could be a bitch. As an assassin he loved it, it trapped people thoroughly, and he knew this poor person was likely chained to her desk just because. He pitied that part of her because he had the ability to walk around but he knew there were things he was far more comfortable with. She had set him up with part of his education system. Wakandans had a lot of tech that was really responsive and intuitive but the problem with giving him tech that was intuitive was that it required him knowing what outcome he was hoping for. The tech was only pushing him down different streets, it wasn’t really helping him navigate, so he needed the human element. She had been happy to be his human. Awake whenever he was she was also a recovering insomniac and she slept with her laptop and her phone both next to her bed in case she didn’t feel like crossing the studio to get to her massive computer desk. At least, those were the only details he had about where she lived. A studio. Bed and a desk. He assumed a shower and a kitchen as he couldn’t imagine her going out to a community space for either.
“Alright Orwell well what do you recomm–”
“Look at your laptop screen.”
He did and she snorted, “Less confused, please.”
He only got more confused, “What….how?”
“Oh really– look at the little glowing green light on the top.” Her voice sounded melodic when she laughed and he did look at it and she teased, “Smile, James.”
He remembered the moment only because she called him James and he liked it and he did smile to hear a pretty girl say it.
And suddenly had a Tinder profile with a picture that wasn’t half-bad but still…
Later that night he would wonder why his mind had immediately called her pretty. He hadn’t ever seen her.
Maybe that was why.
She had woken up in the middle of the night because he had been screaming through a nightmare and her voice had come through the speakers, “Barnes, Barnes, James Barnes. Bucky Barnes.”
A mantra she repeated, just his name over and over and over. It helped.
She would apologize sometimes, “I’m not a therapist I don’t know if this is helpf–”
“It is, I appreciate it.” He would wave off her concerns because part of him was suspicious she could see him, at least in Wakanda where everything appeared to be interconnected and recordable and observed. He only trusted the bathroom for privacy and tried to keep himself covered up when he was just in his hut.
He would get a text ping and inside the text thread with Georgie at the top was a picture of a circle swelling and deflating, over and over, and he stared at it for a long time until he realized that was the reason she’d sent it.
Thank you. He texted back.
Unable to handle real feelings she quickly responded: We say TY these days.
Not me. No TY.
Anyway, that was….ages ago.
Well it felt like ages.
She hadn’t Blipped.
He had.
After the Blip and the battle he plugged in the phone that had blipped with him but had since died of lost battery and when he did it plug it and the screen came back to life it positively lit up.
Georgie: Where are you?
Georgie: Are you there?
Georgie: Are you ok?
Georgie: Buck, please. Please answer.
Georgie: Bucky please let me know you’re ok.
Georgie: James. Buchanan. Barnes. If you are fucking with me I’ll kill you.
Georgie: James I can’t find you. Where are you?
Georgie: They started putting out the lists…
Georgie: ….where did you go?
Georgie: I’m so sorry.
The texts had died down for a while.
Then a picture, weeks later, of a street. It was taken from a phone, sent to his, and it showed her outside with her feet on the ground of an empty city.
He didn’t ask which one. He just looked at it.
Post-return, post-victory, post-Tony, completely fucking warped and not sure about anything he looked at that picture and smiled with a tear in his eye he didn’t expect.
She didn’t send messages after that.
And he didn’t know…should he? Should he reach out?
What if something had happened to her? Would he too be texting an empty thread, wondering why?
But he didn’t have to hem and haw for long.
The next morning a text came through. He didn’t know she had literally debated sending it all night.
Georgie: Welcome back.
He considered how to respond for a long time before he finally settled on: New phone, who is this?
It took her fifteen minutes to recuperate from that.
Georgie: You’re a real peach, you know that?
Is that an emoji?
Georgie: You aren’t funny.
But she broke first.
Georgie: Are you ok?
I think so. It’s…weird. What about you? You ok?
Georgie: Yeah.
Did you…go for a walk? Stretch your legs?
Georgie: Yeah….
A picture came through of her standing at a beach with a whale breaching.
Pretty cool.
Georgie: Yeah.
A pause.
Georgie: I missed you.
He couldn’t say I missed you too because it didn’t feel long to him. But it did make him feel guilty. It made him feel…responsible.
He knew that was silly but he enjoyed blaming himself for other people’s problems and he was going to have to work through that with someone bigger than Georgie one of these days.
He settled on: Talk to me…help me…figure it out.
This part, at least, was familiar. Was Wakanda. Was her listening to his comments and suggesting this song, that movie, that history lesson, this highlight reel. Curated, personalized easing into society.
They were given a few days of that before the world processed everything and he was on a plane to Tony Stark’s funeral in a country where he was fugitive and two years shy of legally dead. She was texting him throughout.
Georgie: Keep your phone on silent. Turn off your notifications. It’s a funeral.
I’m not an idiot.
Georgie: Oh I don’t know about that.
Ha. Ha.
She was there though in the weird way he was used to her being there. A weight in his pocket that was ostensibly his phone but figuratively was her. He knew she’d answer if he needed.
After the services concluded he was staring at the water, realizing the dam was about to burst and tons of things were going to change and he didn’t know what to expect.
A message came through and he didn’t get the ping but he felt the vibration on his leg and his mouth flickered up for a second before falling back down.
Georgie: You doing ok?
He tried to give an honest answer.
Found he had nothing good.
Everything he would say to her about himself was shitty right now.
Instead he asked her a question.
Georgie: Where else did you go when you left the apartment?
On the other side of a screen, not near him, she was embarrassed by the knowledge of the real answer.
The real answer was: I went looking for you.
Maybe, she had thought, they just hadn’t looked hard enough.
Maybe they just…miscounted.
But she hadn’t gotten far– down her block, to the beach, to a park. When went to the doorway of a bar and did not go in because people were there and she retreated to her apartment and didn’t leave again for weeks.
Though oddly the Blip had been very good for that part of her anxiety.
It had so very much overloaded her that she realized the options were die or get a foot outside of the fucking door.
So she chose the door.
And at first it was the landing outside.
Then it was the stairwell, walking up and down it. Only at night. Walking silently. Darting back to her apartment at the first tiny sound.
But then…
She’d worked her way up. She had walked, outside, really truly. She had done it because she missed him and it was easier to walk out of the door than really process what the Blip meant. She devoted lots of time to helping with the infrastructure. Helping poor Ramona in Wakanda.
It wasn’t impressive to the average person, she still spent 90% of her time in the apartment.
But 10% was leagues for her.
She realized she had left Bucky’s message unresponded to for an awkward amount of time.
Georgie: Made it to the convenience store. Thought the milk was overpriced.
He snorted: More than ten cents?
Georgie: SO MUCH MORE.
They both didn’t say a lot.
But when he was arrested later that night she hacked the speakers of the police department reminding him to demand a lawyer and not say a word.
“So help me Barnes, if you start talking I will play show tunes over the speaker so loud they can’t hear you.”
He perked up a little, the idea of annoying the police he was around was pretty appealing, “Do you have 42nd Street?”
She played You’re Getting To Be A Habit With Me while he waited for his lawyer to come along.
It was stuck in his head for a week.
And now here he was, staring into Sam fucking Wilson’s eyes, and he was going to win even if this wasn’t technically a competition…
And he felt the quiet vibrate against his leg and blinked.
He didn’t look until he was outside the building.
Georgie: You don’t have to be so alone. Stop fighting with Sam. And your therapist.
He was tempted to be mean.
But he took a breath and managed: Who else do I need when I got you?
Then a quiet ping.
Georgie: That why you didn’t tell me about your date?
He would’ve answered but John Walker came up to him and the man’s face was infinitely punchable and Bucky wanted distance between that text and John Walker.
When he didn’t answer she sent him another file called Rescue Mission.
It a picture of a box of kittens.
No cats.
Georgie: No cats…yet.
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A/N: Not me taking a ton of Alpine longing out on this. HE DESERVES HIS CAT MARVEL.
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