4291/Movies... and Ladies

Movies... and Ladies
Date of Scene:	17 April 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Chatting about some old memories, and newer ladies.
Cast of Characters:	Winter Soldier, Captain America

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Winter Soldier has posed:
    It's a movie night for Bucky in the game room. He's occupied one of the couches for a while. Older movies. Previously, Casablanca was playing. At some point it switched over to Dracula, from the 30's, and that's what is on now.
    Bucky has an open notebook in front of him, laying on his stomach on the couch. He is slowly twisting a pencil around in his right hand, over and around the fingertips, over the pad of lined paper with a few ragged paragraphs written on it. His handwriting was always a little slanted, with a dynamic personality to it. The lettering is a little sharper now, angled, as if more pressure was applied, but still close to what it always was.

Captain America has posed:
    The room is dark, as all rooms must be when someone is focused on enjoying theater in the proper way. But the glow from the screen was enough to let Steve find his old partner, to find him there in front of the screen, with the characters dancing their jig across the electronic stage. So his silhouette darkens the doorway, the light from the other room barely shining past as he lightly raps a knuckle on the doorjam.
    "Hey," He offers, trying to find a suitable gap in the action before announcing his presence as he walks on into the game room. He moves over towards the couch that Bucky's lying on, but takes one of those over-stuffed chairs as his seat. He drops into it and looks across the way at the television, then back to him.
    "What are you watching?" He asks, brow furrowing as he tries to follow the action for a moment, then he looks back again and then leans a touch further as if only then espying the pad of paper.

Winter Soldier has posed:
    "Steve. A 'classic.' Dracula," Bucky supplies, in that flat way of his that is pretty familiar, now. It isn't annoyed, it isn't happy, it just isn't anything.
    "I think I would have been maybe... six, when this came out," Bucky says, with a little more of a depth to the words as he weighs that, shares it with Steve. "How close are we in age?" Bucky asks. The movie isn't exactly a speeding bullet, there is time to talk between the longer scenes due to the more relaxed pace of the older movie style. Plus, it is clearly early on in the film.
    Bucky doesn't hide the writing pad at all, but also isn't currently adding to it. It looks more like a list, up closer. Various things all listed out in a stream of thought.

Captain America has posed:
    "You're about... a year older I think. Though depends on the month." Steve looks back to the screen and then gives a sort of nod to himself, as if he should have realized considering all the cobwebs and the decor of the Transylvanian castle that the actors seem to be traipsing across. He lifts his eyes upwards in thought as if doing some calculations, then looks back. "Yeah that's about right."
    He leans to the side of the chair, resting his elbow upon the arm of it as he looks away from the screen and back to his old partner. "I remember for the longest time that one guy at the 42nd Street Theater... he wouldn't let us go in and watch any of the horror movies." He gets a small smile and a laugh to match, "Until you stole your dad's hat, and that did the trick."

Winter Soldier has posed:
    Even if Bucky doesn't entirely remember, he does smile at the story anyway. "Actually fooling the guy, or just getting an A for effort?" Bucky asks, having a hard time believing a hat could have fooled anyone. But then maybe something else is there. Bucky considers.
    "Did you refuse to sneak in?" Bucky asks again. So many questions, but he's rather forced to be questions guy, within this huge empty place called his past. Trying to dredge up more than just the memories of the awful past decades and not bring in the shadows too - hard balance.

Captain America has posed:
    "Well, yeah." The way Steve says that, as if it's the only option. Luckily he goes on to explain, "I mean, that was old man Wiggins' livelihood, that two screener. I mean..." His smile shifts a little warmer as he looks to the side, then lifts his head as he looks Bucky's way. "He was so excited that day he got in Captain Blood. It was like he wanted to show all of us each frame but he was afraid he'd damage it before the first showing." Shaking his head his smile grows a little more.
    "But something about that hat." His lip twists, "Could have been that and the whole you standing on tip toes. But we weren't exactly going to look a gift horse in the mouth." He leans forwards and then catches sight of the screen in that moment.
    << No. >> Bela Lugosi says at that old table with his guest in front of him. << I do not drink. Vine. >>
    Turning back to Bucky, Cap says sidelong, "Do you want some popcorn? I'll go and make some."

Winter Soldier has posed:
    "I wish I could remember that hat." It sounds like something he'd have liked to remember. A quiet loss reflects into Bucky's tone. He does care. The window into more than just Steve is missing, but his family, too.
    "I remember a horror movie from then. Barely. I don't know which it is. I don't think it's this one. Maybe a different Dracula movie. Fishing in the dark a little bit, here." He stretches his legs out and rolls to sit more properly on couch with an automatic liquid movement. He doesn't have shoes on, those are somewhere near the side of the couch. Bucky rakes his fingers through his hair - hair which, to note, has been returned to something far closer to his natural color. He also puts the notebook aside, though he doesn't bother to close it.
    "Popcorn. Is it going to be burned and barely edible? Do you need me to ensure that?" Bucky says with a dead expression, then a smirked smile comes in, proving the joke was really actually intentionally deadpan. "---Yeah. I really do. Sure. Thanks."

Captain America has posed:
    To Bucky's credit, Cap's having a hard time recalling it as well as his brow furrows. "Not one of the big three," He says, meaning Lon Chaney, Bela Lugosi, and Boris Karloff. He frowns as he delves into his own memory, his eyes distancing and then he chews on his lower lip. "Man it was... there was a circus in it I think. And some circus geeks." He offers in the old terminology for the word. But then he pushes himself to his feet. "Alright, popcorn coming up."
    The smile that's given is warm and open even as he glances down at the book, but he makes no show of trying to finagle what's written there, just perhaps as if he noticed it and makes note, then he turns and starts to stroll into the dining hall area. Over his shoulder he calls, "Extra butter?" Even though he figures he might well know the answer to it.
    Once he's off and away he might hear him again calling back, "Anything to drink?"

Winter Soldier has posed:
    Bucky ends up pausing the movie, and heading into the kitchen as well. He just APPEARS there, of course, though his intent wasn't to startle Steve really. "Yes. Fatten you up," Bucky ribs his friend naturally. He eyes Steve a little as if trying to sort out why he even thought to say that, but either lets it go or doesn't add more to it.
    "I think there's iced tea. .../Drinking heavy/, of course, that I remember. I couldn't have forgotten /that/?" Bucky says ruefully, trying... overly hard. In fact, it's possibly a flat joke, with how hard he just tried. He is self-aware, though, and turns away to just find the bottles of iced tea he'd seen earlier, instead of lingering in the forced humor.

Captain America has posed:
    A dull 'hah' comes from Steve as he aims a half-smirk at the man at the old ribbing that had used to be thrown his way. But he seems to not notice the eyeballing even as he heads into the kitchen fully and gets down to the brass tacks of microwaving some popcorn and getting them something to imbibe.
    From one of the cabinets he grabs a bag and twists the little corners of the package before shaking the bag somewhat as if trying to make sure there are no stuck kernels to burn from the process. Then he tosses it into the microwave, hits the timer, and away it goes with that steady hum.
    "So. I was meaning to tell you. I was asked to dinner by this woman I met." He starts and before he gets the eyeball aimed at him he holds up a hand, "It was platonic. Well, I'm relatively sure it was platonic. But you get the point. But there was something about her that was strange."

Winter Soldier has posed:
    Bucky doesn't help, beyond to show off the tea and wait to see if Steve also wants that, or something else. He opens one for himself anyway, and then hangs out near the center kitchen counter. Not leaning on it, but resting left metal hand loosely against it.
    "Why so platonic?" Bucky questions, with an amused dismay. "Strange?" Bucky narrows his eyes a little, but it's more as if he'd pierce the answer with his gaze out of just looking at Steve. "Not in a good way, then."

Captain America has posed:
    "Ehn," Steve says as if to push past the initial objection given to him by Bucky. He folds his arms over his chest as the microwave continues to hum and whir behind him, the bag slowly beginning to grow as the sound of popcorn kernels bursting starts to grow faster and faster over the course of time. "The circumstances weren't exactly festive." He offers and perhaps might seem like he's about to say something further, but instead he starts down another conversational path.
    "But she had this manner to her. Like..." He tilts his head to the side, "Like she was always squaring up with you. In some way. Always looking at the angles, but not in a sort of malicious way?" He seems to be a little confused by the idea and failing to put it into words well. So he waves his hand to the side.
    "Anyways, I was thinking of running some background on her. Her name was Shiva, but I figure that was an alias."

Winter Soldier has posed:
    Bucky thinks about the description of the woman. "So you think maybe she had something in mind, or a plan, but didn't lay it out. Secretive?" Bucky guesses. He turns to look at the microwave, listening to the explosive pops. Microwaving is such cheating.
    "Sounds like an alias to me." He has a swallow of his tea. "But if you're instantly thinking a lady is holding back and sketchy, I'd trust that gut instinct." Bucky watches Steve with a pinning, direct stare. "Sounds interesting, though. Mysterious is sexy." A brief smile filters forward.

Captain America has posed:
    His snort is enough answer for the other man, but then he shakes his head even as the microwave starts chirping out the announcement that it's finished. He yanks open the door and pulls out the still hot bag, grabbing a corner of it between thumb and forefinger. "Yow." He says as he shifts hands and then brings it down upon the island in the middle of the kitchen.
    "She was keeping something from me, that much was sure. Though she was also strangely honest. I don't know what to make of her. See," He gestures towards the upstairs and then says, "This is why I usually have Tasha with me on field ops. She's got the angle on out there martial arts gals since she is one."
    That having been said he procures a large serving bowl and tears open the bag, dumping the contents into it and then strolling over towards the refrigerator where he pulls it open for the liquid butter. A moment later he'll apply that to the popcorn.

Winter Soldier has posed:
    "I've had some time with them too," Bucky says, wry. "From a different angle." Briefly playful, Bucky lifts his shoulders. And considers. "I should probably call Darcy again. I disappeared." That was probably not the best way to have handled that situation. But he doesn't appear worried. "Into that mission." He shakes his head, watching Steve apply the butter, and then leads the way back out to the movie when his friend is clearly ready.
    "Going to see her again?" Bucky teases, as they head back out to the movie. It's almost easy for a little while. A movie, a chat about women, popcorn. And something comfortable, when there's no pressure.
    Something human.