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Town Hall, Thursday

You know, these big summer moves always seemed so great, until you knew how much paperwork was involved. The permits. Fines, from places that didn't know how to respond to a random island appearing out of nowhere.

Poor Jesse was now halfway through the island's Largest Mug Of Coffee. It was her third.

She bent over the papers and groaned. "My fingers hurt."

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Bucky showed up around... lunch-ish time, with a paper bag in hand.

"Something the matter?"

"Too much paperwork," Jesse said wryly, looking up.

And she had to do it all by hand.

"Again?" Bucky asked, as if the real answer didn't seem to be 'always'.

He held the paper bag up.

"Got lunch."

"You think the island can go on a field trip without causing endless amounts of bureaucracy?" Jesse said. She put her pen down. "Optimistic of you."

"I'd assume no one cared," Bucky had to admit. "'S long as the island didn't... crush anyone or anything."

"You've never met the school board," Jesse said. But she cracked a smile after that one. "So what's for lunch?"

"Sandwiches," Bucky replied, as he set the bag down on her desk. "Simple. Portable."

Safe choice.

"I do like a classic," Jesse said. She reached for the bag to rummage around. "Oooh. Really classic."

Bucky gave a vague shrug as he took a seat.

"I hoped you would."

Well, what other claim was there to make?

Jesse smiled at him, taking out one half-opened sandwich, before taking another, wrapped one out and holding it out for him. "Mission accomplished," she said. "How're you doing?"

"Fine, I guess," Bucky replied as he leaned forward to take the sandwich.

Paused, and wondered if he should be more honest about that. Not that 'fine' was a lie, all things considered, but --

"Going to Wakanda this weekend."

"Oh," Jesse said, settling back in her chair. "To talk about what they offered?"

Bucky nodded, his gaze cast down towards the sandwich for the very convenient reason of unwrapping it.

"And to see what it's like."

Heavy.

"How are you feeling about it?" Jesse asked. She took a bite of her sandwich, trying not to look at him too expectantly.

"I don't know," Bucky told his sandwich. "Just weird, I guess."

That seemed to be his default mode, lately.

"I get that," Jesse said. "Well. If you want backup, you know how to find me. If not..."

She shrugged a little bit. "You know how to find my phone if you want to talk about it after."

Bucky simply nodded.

Well, not just that. "I know." It was still a little weird for him, but he did.

He bit into his sandwich, in lieu of saying anything else.

Jesse nodded slowly.

Then, she focused on her lunch for a little while. Gave him some breathing space.

Bucky mostly used it to think of something else to talk about. While he was eating.

Eventually, he came out with, "Went to one of the bars last night."

Big news.

"Caritas, right?" Jesse said. "It was on the radio."

She sighed. "I should really hit Summer's bar night more often."

Had Bucky mostly forgotten about radio? Yes, but he did an admirable job not letting that show too much.

"That's... the bartender, right?" he asked. "Summer?"

"Yeah," Jesse said. She let out a wry little huff. "She's a friend."

"Seems nice."

Bucky really hadn't talked to her long enough to make any kind of call on that. Sometimes he just remembered how basic interaction worked.

Jesse huffed. "She's very confident," she said diplomatically. "But she let me vent a lot while you were gone."

"Right," Bucky said, a little softer. Without looking up at her, though. "That makes her okay in my book."

	
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