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[ In Bucky's mailbox, he can find a nice new leather jacket, with a note from Steve just saying, 'Happy Birthday.' ]

Thank you for the gift, Steve. Is this your way of telling me I need to update my wardrobe?

[He's grateful, really.]

Sure. You've got what, three shirts?

A couple. [Five. That's still more than three!]

You know a great place to find more?

[Because he can't keep doing laundry every other day.]

Plenty of places downtown, and I can help you tailor them.

You might have to give me directions to them.

Are you saying my clothes are ill-fitted?

[Come on Stevie, all the ladies like the tight Henleys.]

I'm saying both of us have a shoulder to waist ratio no one likes to make clothes for. Thought it was hard enough having narrow shoulders.

[ With a hand written note saying "Happy Birthday." is a mug. ]

Thanks Steve. Now that I have two cups, you're more than welcome to stop by for tea. Anytime you feel like it.

[Yes, that includes the middle of night after a nightmare, because Bucky is very likely not to be sleeping either.]

Edited (Typos, sorry!) 2024-03-31 21:04 (UTC)

[Peggy had promised herself that she'd make certain to check in on her friends from home regularly, adjacent or otherwise. Not only has it been a little too long since she's seen this Bucky, but today marked another year around the now proverbial sun.

Like Steve, she has a feeling that he doesn't want to make much of a fuss about it, but that's why she pairs it with her planned check-in. And, she brought a nice Irish whiskey. She's intelligent like that.

Though he probably already knows she's there, the other super soldier knocks politely, a bottle in one hand and a neatly wrapped box tucked under the same arm.]

[There's barely a moment of shuffle behind his apartment door before Bucky opens it: he's heard her of course. And from the way he's dressed, he's clearly been waiting for her: he's thrown a dark blue Henley shirt over a light grey T-shirt, with black jeans and back boots, his hair pulled into a bun on the nape of his neck. He nods curtly, his lips curling into a faint smile as he lets Peggy in:]

Cap. [It's not yet her first name, but it's definitely friendlier than the first time they met.

His apartment is clean and bare, an obvious sign that he's new to this place, but there are a few details he's sure aren't going to be missed by the other super soldier's trained eyes: the shield lays against a wall in the middle of the hallway, strategically placed so that he can get to it quickly from anywhere in his apartment. In the living room, a backpack is hidden underneath the couch, in case he needs to run quickly out of his place. He's probably being over precautious, but Bucky has long learned that being prepared for anything is always the next course of action.

He notices the bottle in her hand and some barely perceptible heat colours his cheeks:]

You didn't have to, really.

[Her head tilts at that greeting, but she doesn't admonish or correct him. It's his birthday and she knows he's still sorting out quite a bit as he adjusts to Not Zombie life.]

Looking smart. [Peggy instead compliments his outfit, both casual and somehow still well put together. Though she's still getting used to the long hair. It's a good look on him.

Stepping inside, she can't help but give the apartment a casual once over, making a mental note to pick up something from the Steves' studio to add some decor. Besides that, exits are noted, as is the location of his Steve's shield, which pangs her own heart, so she can't imagine it's simple for Bucky.

In response, she gives him a pleasantly stern look while handing him over both the bottle and box.] I most certainly did. You're family.

Edited (icon) 2024-05-26 05:48 (UTC)

You have been invited to a group chat

Were you here while I was sleeping? That you remember?

More importantly, are you alright?

No. Not that I know of. You know I would have woken you up if I had come. Why?

I’m fine. You?

I figured as much, but uh
Your handprint is on my lower back?
And with how much weird shit happens here and back home, I'm very concerned.
Otherwise, I'm fine.

My what? How is that even possible? I thought you didn't bruise?

I'm really sorry, Rogue. I didn't mean to hurt you.

[He remembers holding her tight the night before this one after being a nightmare had left him shaken, but he didn't think his hold had been that strong. It's worrisome that he's marked her without wanting to. That he's hurt her without knowing.]

I should be the one concerned for you. Does it hurt?

I know bruises, and this ain't that.
Here, hold on.

[There's a bit of a delay, but in short order he receives an over the shoulder mirror selfie of her with her oversized shirt pulled up enough so that he can see the Mark. The coloring is more like a tattoo with very precise freckles along the detailing than a bruise, or so it appears in the image with the lighting. Lucky for him she's not wearing pants.]

You didn't hurt me. Not at all. I promise.

[Excuse him Rogue while he stares at her revealed curves before he concentrates on the mark on her lower back. It's her fault she's just this breathtaking.]

I see what you mean. That looks too detailed to be a bruise. That's the exact pattern on my palm.

[He sends a picture of his hand for good measure, so she can compare them. Bucky takes another minute to look at the mark on her body, before he moves to his bathroom, taking off his shirt in front of the mirror. His fingers trace the steady heartbeat mark over his chest and James wonders for a moment...maybe this is something similar?

He turns around and uses his phone to take a picture of his back, the result cementing his suspicions.]

I think I know what this is.

[He sends her a better picture of his back, one that focuses on the gloved hand that's half tattooed on his skin and hand on his metal scapula.]

I think these are Soul marks. A couple weeks ago, I found something similar on me, and Steve had the same too. He's told me about how people here can become soulmates and share a mark. The one I share with Steve lets me know about his well-being at all times, and vice-versa.

I have no idea what a hand means, though.

[Way to have laser focus there super soldier. Had she been of the mind to tease, he would have received a video with a little shake.

Rogue doesn't particularly need the picture of his palm, having seen it up close and personal, but having the image she sent on the same screen for comparison only confirms her theory further.]

Far too detailed.

You do? Should I be worried?

[Him sending her another picture instead of an explanation wasn't what she expected, but it added more layers to the situation, particularly since the mark he has spanned beyond his skin to the vibranium. And that meant only one thing: these marks stem from magic. That and those back dimples of his were something to admire.

Soul marks and soulmates? It's a lot to process, and she rereads his text several times over before even trying to formulate a response. The mutant decides to table that facet for now.]

Is it Thirteen thing?

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