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| characters | Bucky and you.
| date/time | Thursday afternoon.
| location | Around
| rating | G.
| summary | The best way to greet your neighbours is to feed them.
| note | I wrote in prose but feel free to use brackets.



He falls asleep instantly on the moss bed, the smell of it familiar and steadying. Combat lends sleep of no restful kind but he barely dreams at all, waking up as soon as the first ray of light peers through the window. There's a moment of bewilderment, and then reality introduces itself to him all over again as he notices the wings are still there when he picks up his gem. He flattens them self-consciously, before finally deciding they take up too much space and leaves the gem carefully tucked under his pillow.

Breakfast, however, is the immediate problem. He saved some water from the rains and an edible mushroom, and it's boiling away merrily on the stove. The glow worm is unusually cooperative, but Bucky supposes that if he's now the size of a dragonfly it's not the weirdest thing in the world.

It's actually nice. He could get used to it.

Once the worm's been sent off with an appreciative scratch on the head, he picks up the large bowl of stew and starts knocking on a few doors.

'Hello?'

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[betterthanwu]

Kuvira opens the door out of her armor and most of the heavy outer garments that come with it. She looks younger and more feminine in a tank top, her hair in a long braid, bandages around her arms, but those are the same strong features and direct eyes, and that same low voice. Her cable spools are still at her hips, and her armor is propped up on sticks against the wall inside.

"Sergeant. This is a surprise."

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Oh hel-lo pretty lady — and then his brain catches up with him. Whoops. To his credit the almost slip doesn't show on his face, and he smiles pleasantly, nodding to her, holding up the bowl as though ready for a spot inspection.

'Captain. I have soup, if you'd like some.'

[betterthanwu]

She looks at the bowl, and then at him, quirking extremely expressive eyebrows like this is something serious she's not impressed by. "Getting to know the neighbors?"

Then, Kuvira twitches one side of her mouth, letting her face ease, and gestures with her head back into the room. "All right, you have permission to come in. What's in it?"

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'Soup,' he says brightly, like he's just scaled Everest, absolutely undaunted by her initial disapproval. He spares a quick glance downwards at his boots to make sure they're clean - the rest of his uniform isn't pressed but passes muster - and walks in carefully, not looking or going where he might not be wanted. This is her space, after all, young as she is she's still a captain.