Two soldiers walk into a bar...

[ltcolonel]

[ooc: Feel free to run into either or both of them! John and Bucky both have their memories of their previous visit to the Enterprise.]


John Sheppard
John Sheppard is responsible for setting Atlantis down on a planet of ice and snow at the edge of Pegasus Galaxy. It is a pretty good landing if he does say so himself and they are settling in well. Or they are until Rodney is kidnapped. He’s got a good deal of pent up frustration over the lack of intel, and takes it out on regular patrols to check on the condition of Atlantis in her new setting. The temperatures outside are a little bitter though, and on this inspection of how Atlantis is settling into in, he resembles an Artic explorer. One second he’s rubbing his hands to get some warmth back into them, and next, he’s back inside.

Memories come flooding back, and John pushes his hood back. Woah, how has he managed to forget all of this? “Wow that was a bit if a head rush. I didn’t think I would be seeing this place again.” He moves off confidently heading towards the bar, where someone can fill him in on what’s going on.


Bucky Barnes
The memories he gets are not the ones that he wants. The irony that he can remember another version of his life better than his own, isn’t lost on him. He crouches down against the wall, blue eyes uncertain, as he assimilates them. Voices overlap each other, growing louder. Images - cutting his hair, Steve, Natasha.

Slowly the voices fade and he straightens up. He can’t stay here in the corridor, it is too exposed, and he doesn’t have any intel on what has happened since he’s been away. Slowly, with many pauses to watch the security personnel go past, he moves to find an empty room.

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[funnythingsare]

Tony's brain, up till now, has been vaguely interested but thinking about roughly thirteen other things. The words drill into him and sharpen his focus, and a hardness forms behind his eyes. Wariness, like a man on the edge of a minefield.

"Yeah," he said, the easiness lost from his voice. "That'd be me. If you're reading from an obit, anyway. What's the idea, pal?"

[bestpal]

"I...." Bucky hunches his shoulders, he's responsible for a lot of blood, and he knows those names. As his memories return, the river of blood only grows, and he's no idea how to atone for it, or ask for his punishment.

"I killed them."

[funnythingsare]

And just like that, he walks into it, and the mine blows up in his face. At first, it's almost as if he hasn't heard the man. He's staring at him, through him even, only vaguely aware that the PADD he'd been carrying has clattered to the floor. A clawing hand grips his heart in a too-familiar vice, a little like those things that aren't panic attacks that certainly haven't been a problem while living on an actual goddamn spaceship where he's keenly aware of the thinness of the material separating them and death.

And now this. He tries to convince himself he's imagining things, but there's no way in hell his imagination decided to throw that up there. And certainly not in that casual, out of the blue way.

"I... you... what?" he demands finally, wanting badly to say something flippant and dismissive and coming up dry. He feels like he's watching from down the hallway. "Please tell me I heard that wrong."

[bestpal]

The PADD lands, and the sound reverberates unnaturally loud through the corridor. Bucky is getting the narrow, tunnel vision that he gets in a mission, everything falls away, apart from Stark. He can see the man's heart rate increase, in the rapid rise and fall of his chest. The eyes, too still, unseeing.

He drops his hands loosely to his sides, offering him an open target, he will not fight back. There should be retribution for what he has done. "Hydra ordered their deaths. I was their executioner."

[funnythingsare]

The sound of the PADD clattering shakes Tony back into himself, and he frowns down at it, as if that's the chief worry in his mind right now. He'd known Tony and Maria hadn't died in a freak accident. But to have it hanging out there, between him and this scruffy bum whose face Tony knows he knows even if they've never met before in his life, that's too much.

He's not going to give Hydra, or their assassin, the satisfaction.

"Huh," he says, casually leaning down to pick the tablet back up and brushing it off. It hits him, where he's seen that face before, and while it doesn't make any sense it's too much not to be a coincidence. Hey, it's not like he'll admit this to anyone, but his dad had been BFFs or whatever with Captain America. Tony's studied the newsreels. "All this time, thinking I was an accidental orphan, when I could have just asked Cap's dead boyfriend what happened."

Tucking the PADD under one arm, Tony claps his hand on Bucky's shoulder. It's... metal? Tony files that bit of what the fuckery away next to the other bits and smiles, a tight, animal grin.

"Nice talk."

[bestpal]

"He's not." Bucky replies automatically, that kind of relationship was taboo when he and Steve were from. They were close, sure. "He's my brother." He does not know how to respond to the rest. Sorry doesn't seem good enough.

"Yeah." He frowns to himself. "I won't kill you."