[ At this very moment, there's only one thing on John Blake's mind: Coffee. Six in the morning is early to be out and about in any city, but with the six hours time difference between one airport and the next, it takes a bold gesture to reset his internal clock, and nothing's quite as bold as the coffee he's hoping to pick up around the corner.
Bleary-eyed, he glances up at the parting clouds colored by the rising sun, a little perturbed about the humidity hanging in the warm air. At least the breeze off of the sea's nice enough to keep everything from feeling stale.
With hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans, the cop-turned-vigilante is dressed down with a t-shirt and a good pair of boots, casual compared to the silk and Nomex suits he tends to alternate between these days. This is more appropriate for this particular setting. He's a tourist at worst, a dude with a lot of disposable cash at best. And honestly, with his role at the Martha Wayne Foundation suddenly taking him all over the world all of a sudden, none of it's really that far off from the truth.
Strolling up to the hole-in-the-wall coffee shop, he notices a line in front of a closed door, and makes a face before checking his watch.
There's bound to be a Starbucks nearby, but considering what he's heard about this place, John's not quite sure it's not worth the wait. Particularly as he spies a familiar face. (And damn straight will he be spied back — this particular person isn't about to miss that detail.)
He tips his head, hiding what threatens to be a smile, his hands drawing up in surrender. ]
[ Bucky's been running around taking out the various remnants of HYDRA and anyone else who needs taking out. Sometimes he works with the others, sometimes he goes off on his own, but either way he hasn't been back to the States in a while. It's not like he can get back in easily, being a fugitive, but outside of Steve and his friends, Blake had been a good ally and Bucky's been looking for a safe way to contact him.
Luckily, being involved in such a famous foundation makes him easy to stalk. Bucky hadn't even broken a sweat on this one.
He pulls his baseball cap down a little lower and grins. ]
Now you buy me coffee.
[ He walks closer, bumping his right shoulder against Blake's. ]
[ The once-shy smile breaks out into something more pleasant and genuine, not held back in any way now that Barnes has outed them as companions in some sense of the word; no one would believe they're strangers to each other now, not that Blake was necessarily banking on that, anyway. But it helps to know the narrative ahead of time, and since he's fine to let Bucky take the lead, it must be okay. ]
Shut up, you can't pretend like you don't already know. But I'll buy you that coffee and we're gonna catch up anyway.
[ There's plenty to be said. Blake's been busy on and off the grid. And he's making waves, at times, that get national attention. It's a spotlight he's not used to having shined in his eyes. ]
You see me throw out that first pitch the other day? Some days it's like bein' a celebrity... —which I hate. [ Mostly. ] You know I do. [ Sort of. ]
[ He knows from stalking Steve back when he'd been on the run that the TV misses a lot. Mostly, it misses the details that are actually important. ]
I do know what actress you're supposedly dating this month, though. She can do better.
[ And he knows he's not exactly stalkable. The US government can't find him, so there's no way Blake can if Bucky doesn't want to be found. Of course, Bucky doesn't really mind Blake finding him, but he's got to keep Steve and the others safe from detection and Blake can be a liability to them, even if he doesn't mean to be. ]
[ It's fair to assume there aren't many people, if any, that know everything there is to know about Robin John Blake. For decades now he's found plenty of ways to alienate himself from the general consensus of what life's supposed to be, particularly for someone of his standing. It's really no fault of his friends that he's generally unavailable: John aims in that direction for much the same reason Bucky's doing so now.
John chuckles at his friend's comment, head shaking back and forth as he tries to think what to say. ]
Yeah, well, it's the same complaint all my exes have, so I guess I'm not really surprised. Shame, though — pretty sure I never even got a chance to meet this one before they decided we weren't meant to be.
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[ At this very moment, there's only one thing on John Blake's mind: Coffee. Six in the morning is early to be out and about in any city, but with the six hours time difference between one airport and the next, it takes a bold gesture to reset his internal clock, and nothing's quite as bold as the coffee he's hoping to pick up around the corner.
Bleary-eyed, he glances up at the parting clouds colored by the rising sun, a little perturbed about the humidity hanging in the warm air. At least the breeze off of the sea's nice enough to keep everything from feeling stale.
With hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans, the cop-turned-vigilante is dressed down with a t-shirt and a good pair of boots, casual compared to the silk and Nomex suits he tends to alternate between these days. This is more appropriate for this particular setting. He's a tourist at worst, a dude with a lot of disposable cash at best. And honestly, with his role at the Martha Wayne Foundation suddenly taking him all over the world all of a sudden, none of it's really that far off from the truth.
Strolling up to the hole-in-the-wall coffee shop, he notices a line in front of a closed door, and makes a face before checking his watch.
There's bound to be a Starbucks nearby, but considering what he's heard about this place, John's not quite sure it's not worth the wait. Particularly as he spies a familiar face. (And damn straight will he be spied back — this particular person isn't about to miss that detail.)
He tips his head, hiding what threatens to be a smile, his hands drawing up in surrender. ]
You caught me. But now what?
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Luckily, being involved in such a famous foundation makes him easy to stalk. Bucky hadn't even broken a sweat on this one.
He pulls his baseball cap down a little lower and grins. ]
Now you buy me coffee.
[ He walks closer, bumping his right shoulder against Blake's. ]
How've you been?
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Shut up, you can't pretend like you don't already know. But I'll buy you that coffee and we're gonna catch up anyway.
[ There's plenty to be said. Blake's been busy on and off the grid. And he's making waves, at times, that get national attention. It's a spotlight he's not used to having shined in his eyes. ]
You see me throw out that first pitch the other day? Some days it's like bein' a celebrity... —which I hate. [ Mostly. ] You know I do. [ Sort of. ]
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[ He knows from stalking Steve back when he'd been on the run that the TV misses a lot. Mostly, it misses the details that are actually important. ]
I do know what actress you're supposedly dating this month, though. She can do better.
[ And he knows he's not exactly stalkable. The US government can't find him, so there's no way Blake can if Bucky doesn't want to be found. Of course, Bucky doesn't really mind Blake finding him, but he's got to keep Steve and the others safe from detection and Blake can be a liability to them, even if he doesn't mean to be. ]
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John chuckles at his friend's comment, head shaking back and forth as he tries to think what to say. ]
Yeah, well, it's the same complaint all my exes have, so I guess I'm not really surprised. Shame, though — pretty sure I never even got a chance to meet this one before they decided we weren't meant to be.