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James Barnes	It's just after lunch time, the lights are on in the gym in addition to warm natural light that warms the areas in patches on the gym floor. There is an unfamiliar character in the Gym. He's a muscular guy, and perhaps even might get read as Captain America at first just from a distance for body type. He is in a blue 'Avengers' branded hoodie or a type that's often worn or given to visitors. The hood is up; he's also in some loose black athletic work out pants, gray sneakers, and some black tactical gloves. He is circling one of the training bags with his left arm held behind his back consistently. He isn't attacking it at first, then suddenly does, a few sharp kicks, moderated, not hitting it hard, but snapping a heel back for accuracy.
Rogue	From a entrance from the main hallway comes a figure 'gliding' into the room. Rogue has come to do some heavy lifting... but not exactly of the exercise variety. Some of the machines were broken and she'd been e-mailed today by some of the Staff at the Mansion that the replacements were outside in boxes on the balcony that was on the far side of the room. Who better to bring them in than the girl who can lift a train car? Rogue's floats into the room completely silently, wearing black yoga pants and a grey hoodie zipped up with the hood up over her head and her white hair spilling out on either sides of her face, white sneakers on her feet and black gloves on her hands. She touches down onto the floor about fifteen feet away from where Bucky is working on one of the bags and she glances over at him... immediately not knowing who he is. After a second she tips her chin back and if he looks at her, she speaks out. "Hows tricks?" She asks him, for lack of anything better to say.
James Barnes	People entering don't slip by his notice, even if he's in his own little world right now. Silent, sure, but years of paranoia training, and she's not invisible. Not that he reacted much at first. Bucky slid around the training bag automatically though, and raises right arm to stop it from swaying, observing Rogue with a somewhat vacant stare at first when she speaks. It takes a few moments before he's starting to come back from wherever he had been mentally.     "Tricks... have been worse," Bucky answers, in quiet inflection. "Hi." He's looking her over, but not in a penetrating way. He has a reserved, disconnected patience to him.
Rogue	Rogue is fussing with her cell phone and the bright neon-green earbud wires that were wrapped around it while he responds to her and she just nods her head slowly to his words. "Ah understand ya entirely, Miste'ah Strange'ah." Rogue says back at him, looking up and showing a grin at the man with the vacant stare. "Whats your name?" She asks him. "I'm Rogue... one'a the new crew around here. One'a the heavy-hitters." She raises her right arm and flexes it beneath her grey hoodie, the motion of it doesn't look any more impressive than a girl of her size ever would, so it MUST be sarcasm, right?
Remy LeBeau	Remy was taken to the Avengers Mansion after the Mutant Town toxic mosh pit. The hallucinogens out of his body already or at least for the most part thanks to medical aid and mutant hardiness. He's been camped out in Rogue's room after escaping the ward, a comfort zone as shes really the only member of the Avengers hes familiar with, despite the obvious assumptions there hes been a perfect gentleman. Hair a mess, eyes strained, clothes on but in dissarray; a stumbling draw has him finding the gym, not Fruitloops hes following but the sound of voices.
James Barnes	"Bucky. Barnes." Bucky clunked that name out a little bit, still seeming to have his mind elsewhere. But finally he snaps in on her with a sharpness, and a smile comes in. "I can tell," Bucky says, going along with her sarcasm for the moment. "I'm..." He considers the answer, but ends up being mostly an uncomfortable pause. "Steve's friend," Bucky goes with, as if that answer was something that relaxed or pleased him. He offers his right gloved hand to shake to her. "You're an Avenger?" he asks, without judgement either way. Just curious. "I think I've seen you on the news." Eyes dart to Remy immediately when he appears, then Rogue, quick reading.
Rogue	Rogue had had a meeting with Steve Rogers and that was about it beyond some team interactions up to now, but when Bucky introduced himself with that name and then said he was Steve's friend, she nods her head slowly and says "Oh... gotcha." In that way that suggests she thinks that Steve is, ya know. Rogue smiles then and walks toward him, extending her hand to shake his. "Yeah. I try'n keep my hood up cause I like havin' a low profile, I don't really wanna be heroic-celebrity, but it might be outta my hands." Her southern accent is thick on her voice. When his eyes dart over to the newly arrived Cajun, Rogue looks past the hem of her grey hood toward him as well. "That there is Fraidy'Cat as I've taken t'callin'im since our last outting." She grins at Remy. AFter shaking Bucky's hand (with a surprisingly strong grip) she withdraws hers. "Glad t'have more friends around. Friend'a Cap's must mean good folk, so thats nice."
Remy LeBeau	"'Fraidy cat?" Remy murmurs and his shambling gait comes to a halt, looking at Rogue and the Winter Soldier, "Where do you Avenging types keep the coffee?" Relaxed enough he manages a stretch, loud yawn and leer to get a better look at Bucky before offering a wave with two fingers, "Nice to meet you, mon ami, Remy LeBeau." "I more a stray cat here den an actual anything."
James Barnes	Bucky doesn't catch the inflection at first about Steve, then does. His eyes narrow a little bit, though, as if deciding if it is a slight against his friend. A sort of flash of a fierce loyalty that probably only helps with her assumption about the men. "We fought together." Defensive. And probably still not helping. But Bucky lets it go, confident that made his point: the army isn't for THOSE kinds of men, in his time. "I wouldn't want it either," Bucky says to the limelight comment, deciding to just let that other stuff slide, and move on. "But I'm not an Avenger." There is a firmness of 'never' in that statement. "Bucky." He greets and shakes Remy's hand. Bucky's handshakes are a little deadweight. "I just got here, but there's a kitchen." The soldier shrugs his shoulders.
Rogue	Rogue has no idea that this man is displaced from time like Steve is, so when he says that they fought together she just slowly nods her head to that. "Gotcha..." She says to him then. "Steve is a great guy, one'a those model citizens that I wish more folks would be like." At least part of her believes that, though the other part of her that likes to have fun is a bit less leaned in that direction. She turns toward Remy and grins at him. "There's several kitchens, actually." She adds onto what Barnes says. "But the main one is down the hall and there's usually coffee and food set out by the staff'a the place. I just gotta... bring this crap inside." And with that Rogue is turning toward the dourlbe doors out to the side balcony where the boxes are. She strides over to them and tosses them open to let the cool spring air breeze on into the gym!
Remy LeBeau	Incoherent mumbles escape Remy and that handshake is taken, returned and he retrieves his hand to fish through his pockets, patting himself down until he pulls out a pack of cigarettes, hesitates on finding the lighter intead just idly putting one in his lips to sit. It doesn't get lit. Remy's lips quirk around the cigarette's filter, "Worst host." He remarks, "Next time I sneak in here I'm exploring." "Lemme help you, chere." Not that he makes any moves to.
James Barnes	"I'll give you a hand, too," Bucky states much like Remy, except he actually immediately follows after her. He has no idea she can lift a truck, but that doesn't matter to him anyway. His stride is fast, military. "Where are they being moved to? Just inside, along the wall by the track?" Bucky asks, flat, and down to business, checking over the crates for labels about which side needs to be up, and so forth. All business.
Rogue	Rogue grins at Remy as she walks past him. "Just don't freak out if ya see any'a Tony's weird drone bots flying around. He likes t'watch over this place with those creepy robots. I guess I'd watch over it too if I was lettin' a buncha weirdos stay inside'a my mansion though." Once a few steps outside, the southern gal is standing next to the three rather impressively sized boxes and she's tossing her hood back and stroking her gloved fingers through her thick two-toned hair. "Awww, ain't you both just the sweetest for volunteerin'." She says at them with a teasing grin before she steps over to the biggest of the boxes and picks it up with one hand, palming it by its corner like a basketball player with the ball. And... she just walks right inside with it, the thing probably weighing over a hundred pounds. "Yep, just bringin'em inside, I don't know how t'put together this crap!"
Remy LeBeau	"Drones everywhere." Remy comments like thats just expected. One can only imagine the amount of drones and the laws that probably exist around them in the futuristic 2020+. Remy steps out following that militant striding Barnes, the man's pace count no doubt locked to a precise time and measurement without any thought at all. "The sweetest." The Cajun agrees, yet he steps to the side and does now light up his smoke, taking a long draw of it. Extra step gven at the bulk Rogue has just hefted. There are reasons beyond lazy hes not being super proactive in his 'helpful'.
James Barnes	Even being super strong can still mean bulky things are awkward, though. Bucky did stare. Because she's super strong. But came out of it liquid fast to slide around and snare the opposite end of the box she lifted --once it's being lowered-- to guide it to not slam a corner of it into the wall. And he'll take a chunk of the weight, but not enough to really raise any flags over being more than human. None of this is him showing off at all. "Oh. Are those whose they are? Would it be bad to have destroyed one?" Bucky asks, deadpan. He moves towards the next box, intending to do the same function with it as this one.
Rogue	Once the two have the box inside and set down in whats deemed to be a proper-enough-place, the southerner grins at the one known as Barnes. "Why thanks for the guiding hand there." And she then turns and struts back outside while humming a sot tune to herself. "I'm pretty sure Stark's robots are building themselves in a lab today. So if you smashed one, its probably been repaired by like five other ones... Eventually they're gonna try'n take over the whole world though--which is what that famous Doctor in the wheelchair always said before he passed." And now Rogue is moving the second box which is shorter but wider than the last one was, also quite heavy since it has an un-formed machine inside of it. "I think Tony probably puts some kinda safety programmin' in them t'keep them 'nice' but eventually, they're gonna get smarter than that and realize that thats like a chain holdin'em down, and THATS when we're in trouble." Rogue looks at Remy as she's walking past him with the box, grinning. "Right? Just like in your sci-fi nerd movies?"
Remy LeBeau	"The best movies you mean?" Remy retorts while striding further away walking off to begin texting on his cellphone, further from mansion entry or exitways with his smoke. Big helper.
James Barnes	Since Rogue has that second box, Bucky goes for the last one. He doesn't heft it over his head or anything, but doesn't struggle either. It isn't a show or a game for him, just efficiently moving the box. Once it's done, he inspects the boxes a little bit closer, trying to decipher what's in them. "Upgrades, huh? Already seems like ... more than anybody could need, in here," Bucky observes. "But there's lots of powers to train, I guess. --- Is there a shooting range area?"
Rogue	Rogue is just flashing the Cajun a smile as she works the other box into the gym near to the other. "They go through a lot of equipment here. Especially if Thor is in here, he smashes these gym machiens... seemingly out of spite toward the notion that he should have to train on them." She grins a bit and brushes her hair back out of her face after setting the box back down "One more." She then says with a huff. SO MUCH WORK! Rogue passes back outside and glances back to Bucky. "I think there's a Range in the basement. I hate guns though, so I haven't really looked inta that. The redheaded Avenger girl, she's always got a gun on her though so I think I've seen her go down there to shoot'em." Clearly Rogue knows her team-mates names well. The last box is an accessories box, its reinforced even because it has all the damn weights in it and its stupid heavy... Rogue is lifting it up in its center so as to keep it as best balanced as she can.
James Barnes	Bucky knows, actually. And gives a brief nod. "Natasha," Bucky says, with zero hint on his tone about if he likes her or not. There's nothing revealed. Bucky looks over the three big machine boxes again, and moves aside as Rogue brings in the last item with all the accessory parts. He decides to come over to help, as he watches her take such care with the balance, to get it down to the end of the line of boxes without it tipping.
Rogue	"Natasha." Rogue repeats when Bucky provides the name. "She's something else, that one." She adds then after they got the boxes inside. "Super pretty... but just seems, sad..." Rogue shakes her head side to side then. "Maybe I'm just seein' things though. I ain't no therapist afterall." A soft smile is shown to Bucky then. "Thank you for the help. I best go find the coffee maker for my friend, before he gets the caffeine jitters." Rogue offers her hand to Bucky again for another shake, its safely enclosed within a black cloth glove... not that he'd know how dangerous her ungloved touch can be.
James Barnes	Bucky's still wearing gloves, so it wouldn't have made any difference with the danger level anyway. He accepts the shake. It's not as deadweight as before, there's more in it, as if he woke up. "Sure. Anytime." Bucky watches her go, and returns to his own world and workout.