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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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At this point the obvious feline aspects don't even serve to make him blink. Why should they - when he's dead, in a place where he's about the size of a pixie, and has a stone that gives him wings? Plus, at some point one just had to accept all the weirdness and move on with one's life. Compartmentalise. It saved a lot of headache.

He smiles at her brightly. 'I'm lookin' for the lady of the house,' he says, with a wink to let Kit know he definitely means he was looking for her in particular and not a roommate. 'See, I have this soup, and I can't eat it all myself.'

Well, that sure makes her smile. And maybe even blush a little, though probably not enough to be visible through her fur. Even if he is joking a bit, no one's ever really called her a lady before.

"Well then, I'd be glad to help! I'm good at eating soup," Kit says, stepping aside to allow him to come in, then closing the door behind him.

"You can put it over here," Kit said, indicating the house's dining table. "And I'll get us bowls and stuff. Just look before you sit down; my glow worm likes to curl up on the chairs."

Mission accomplished: a smile. Maybe he'll try for another few before the morning's out. He steps in deftly, careful to follow her, and glances around to take in the room. The windows are letting in a lot of sunlight, which makes the place look especially bright and warm. It's a home, when his have been dark foxholes or a barn, or some poor family's abandoned house.

'So you've got one of these too, huh?' he says, pulling up the chair next to the one said worm is snoozing on. 'They're pretty friendly.'

He probably won't have to try especially hard. Kit's generally fairly cheerful, and is taking the whole 'kidnapped to a giant tree and given fairy wings' thing remarkably well, especially for someone her age.

"Uh-huh," Kit says, returning from the kitchen area with two bowls and two spoons. "I've been trying to figure out a name for him, but well... it's hard coming up with names for a worm that don't sound bad, you know?"

A little too suspiciously well, he'd have thought, if everyone else wasn't doing exactly the same thing. Seems like fairy wings weren't the weirdest thing around for most people. Sure, the ability to fly helped things along.

He scuttles over to pull out a chair for her to sit, still looking at the worm. 'I hear ya,' he remarks, wryly. 'How about - Joe? He seems like a Joe.'

"'Joe', huh?", Kit said. She set the bowls and spoons on the table before taking a long look at the worm, as if to determine whether or not he really did look like a 'Joe'. "OK, Joe it is!", she said. "Joe the glowworm. How do you like that?" The last question was asked to the glowworm itself, though, being asleep, it didn't really respond.

Kit giggled as she took her seat. "Well, he seems thrilled," she said with an amused smirk.

He looks at the glow worm as though it might decide to respond, and shakes his head, amused, when it doesn't. Sitting after she does, he flashes another winning smile. 'Certainly does. Speakin' of. James Barnes. Seems like we'll be neighbours for a bit. Pleasure t'meet you, miss.'

Kit smiles right back and offers a handshake. "I'm Wily-Kit," she says. "But you can just call me Kit if you want. It's nice to meet you too."

Now that introductions are out of the way it's clearly time for the business at hand. "Now," Kit says, "Do you want to serve, or should I?"

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sorry about the late! this got lost

Sokay late is fine. XD