Bucky and Simon B, backdated to Jun 25th
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Parkour was meant to be used in an urban environment, yes, but Simon had decided not to let that stop him. Trying to pull it off in the trees would be more difficult, but it would be good practice. He had let Nathan know where he was going (he was hoping that his friend hadn't immediately forgotten), just in case something happened, and he did not go ahead irresponsibility.
He found an area where the trees seemed healthy and sturdy enough, not to mention stood close enough together that he could leap from one to the next, and went around a perimeter he set for himself, checking that there were no treacherous branches that might snap off under his weight. He had already warmed up, on the way over to the woods, and once that safety check was done, he hit play on Rollin' and Tumblin', secured his iPod in the zip pocket of his black cargo pants, and immediately launched himself up a tree.
When he was tracing, it always felt as if he became super aware of things, but in an extremely narrowed way: where to go next, weighing options and choosing the best, how his feet would hit their next landing stop, where his hands would find purchase. In this particular case, he paid very little attention to anything else, since he didn't expect to get bothered out here.
Bucky didn't know where he was going but didn't mind that so much. He'd needed, wanted, to get out of the fucking weird ass school for a while. Plus, you know, fresh air and trees. You got parks in Brooklyn, of course you did, but nothing quite like this place. So he was walking through the trees in not entirely appropriate boots that were comfortable and totally fashiony ones (his proper boots were reserved for JROTC training), black skinny jeans and a white t-shirt. The outfit had come partly from Goodwill and partly from a cousin (and no one needed to know the jeans were from a female cousin either) but he still though he looked good. Mostly he'd gotten pretty good at rocking a look that didn't seem too goodwill-ish no matter how the family situation was going. Luckily it was a warmish day so even amongst the trees, he wasn't longing for a jacket.
He was deep in thought but definitely not wallowing or feeling sorry for himself because that would be stupid, more than stupid. And pretty damn selfish. He was pleased, he was. He just needed a little bit of air and normalcy.
And there was a kid flipping about in the trees. Of course there fucking was, why not after all?
Jesus fucking Christ, this place was a heck of a trip.
Movement in his peripheral vision caught Simon's eye and he grabbed the next branch, found purchase for his feet, and hoisted himself up on it (working with Harley had better prepared him for tree parkour, no doubt about it) to check who might have just come across his impromptu training grounds. He dropped to the ground, an easy landing, and pulled the headphones out of his ears as he straightened up, a few feet from the other boy. It wasn't someone he knew, but he had to admit that he hadn't been paying as much attention to the journals as he should have. The way he was dressed made Simon think of Pietro, only less colourful, and he felt self-conscious in his simple black tee and cargo pants.
"Hi," he slightly awkwardly stated. "Sorry, I was just... training," he finished, lamely.
"I noticed." Very different from the strictly regimented training he was used to but he could see and relate to the discipline and focus involved. "Training as what exactly?" A spider monkey?
"A tracer," Simon answered, ignoring the way his cheeks heated up slightly at the question, feeling as if he wasn't supposed to think that he was cool enough for it. "Parkour? Freerunning," he added, since some people only knew the latter, and the two were close enough.
"Right, we got some of that in Brooklyn." Now he came to think of it, he could remember mucking about copying some of those kids when he was younger and actually being able to do some of it until Steve had had an asthma attacking from trying to keep up.
He'd copied those kids perfectly, he'd always figured beginners luck or maybe because he did assault courses a lot but now it was obvious: mutant.
"Can I see a bit more?" He might as well test out this theory that he was a copycat, right? He still hadn't had solid proof in his eyes.
There was a reason Simon preferred Parkour to freerunning: freerunning was about the show, about the image you wanted to present, and Simon was all about making use of the discipline. Parkour was absolutely his thing, because putting on a show really wasn't. But he was here to train, and it shouldn't matter if this new boy was watching or not. "...alright," he settled on after a second, but put his earphones away in his pocket, to hear if the boy said anything while he was going at it.
He picked a tree to start on and ran up its trunk to grab a branch he otherwise couldn't have, hoisting himself up and running along it until he could jump on another one.
Bucky simply watched for a while, he wasn't sure how long but then he wasn't sure how long exactly this thing of his apparently took. The body strength, the agility and focus were all things Bucky was sure he was already well versed in, it was just the technique that he needed.
Eventually, after emptying his pockets on a nearby tree stump for safekeeping, he too picked a tree and ran up it before launching himself at a branch and carrying on just like the other boy. The rush of adrenaline, it was actually pretty fun, yeah.
This time, Simon was aware that someone else was around, so he immediately noticed when the other kid launched him up into the trees. He jumped from a higher branch and landed into a roll, straightening up into a standing position so that he could watch him go at it. Perhaps he was like Kurt, an acrobat with enhanced agility?
"Don't go too far off!" he advised him, pushing his voice to be heard. "I've only checked the surrounding trees for treacherous branches!" Maybe his power meant that he would not hurt himself, but Simon would rather be safe than sorry.
Perching on a pretty sturdy looking branch (or so he thought), Bucky took a moment to catch his breath.
"Got it!" He confirmed with a nod before adding "I'm Bucky, by the way." If he was about to hurt himself, seemed right to give his name. At least he apparently had a healing thing going for him, and maybe he'd give Steve a fright too. It was high time the tables were turned on that kid really.
"I'm Simon," the other boy replied, less loudly than his warning had been. It mattered less, after all.
"So, Simon, you do this often?" Buck asked before flipping through the air across to another branch, catching it in both hands and hoisting himself up.
"It was my first time in the trees," Simon stated, still watching Bucky's progress with something very much like professional curiosity.
Bucky had stilled, testing the weight baring property of the branch he'd just climbed onto gingerly. Ok, yeah, he got the point. Careful.
"Got any pointers?"
"You seem to be doing alright," Simon pointed out, somewhat awkwardly.
"If you can do it, I can do it." Bucky shrugged. "I'm a copycat basically."
"Like Cal?" Simon asked with a curious frown.
It took a second to place the name. "Nah I can't do mutations, just skills and stuff."
"But not knowledge, either," Simon worked out out loud, since Bucky had asked for pointers.
Bucky shrugged again "Adoptive muscle memory apparently. However that works."
Simon nodded; he could not know how the other boy's power worked exactly, but he had seen it before, in fiction. "You can only copy actions, movements - and only as far as your body is able, as it is?"
"I think so, I haven't really gotten to test it since I found out." Important things like hanging out with Steve and Bigby had seemed more pressing.
"The school will be good for that," Simon stated, not as quietly as he would have if the other boy wasn't up in a tree a little way off. "Is Dr MacTaggart your mentor?"
"Yeah but she's already considering loaning me to Judd. She yours too?" A calculated jump and swing across to a tree nearer Simon happened just in time judging by the cracking noise it made as he sprang away. "Shit!" He cussed in shock, laughing in surprise. Stupid as it might be, this was pretty fun. Got the heart pumping for sure.
"Shit is right," Simon confirmed with a frown, clearly a lot more worried about safety than Bucky. He was hoping that they would be having this conversation on the ground, now, if they were going to have it.
"OK, right. Getting down now..." Because, yeah, fun but actually that would be a pretty scary fall to take. Breaking yourself in the first week? So not cool.
"Good idea," Simon confirmed with a small twitch of his lips, an approving smile. "But yes, Dr MacTaggart was my mentor."
The route down was more flitting from branch to branch which was fine because he'd been watching Simon and knew how to do it. He wasn't, however, very good at judging what branches could take his weight apparently. His luck ran out eventually but when he was only a few metres from the ground. So, instead of screaming and drama he was able to laugh off his pain and embarrassment after skidding and scrapping down the bark of the tree and landing with a thud on the ground in the dirt.
Not Bucky's finest moment.
"Are you all right?" Simon asked as he hurried over, before realising that Bucky was laughing. Probably all right, then.
"Ow, ow, ow." Bucky summed it up as he blinked furiously because if was one of those laugh or you might cry moments because fuck that stung. In the fall his t-shirt had been hiked up so that his back and right side had bark burn scrapes and grazes. "Remind me not to wear these shitty boots next time." He told Simon as he sat up and saw exactly how worried the other guy looked and ok, now he felt shitty because he was more used to being on the other side of that look really. "I'm ok Simon, promise. All good and shiny."
"You don't look very shiny right now," Simon pointed out with a small smile, and held his hand out to help Bucky back up.
With a grin that was pretty sheepish, Bucky accepted the hand and got to his feet. "Lucky I got that healing thing in my mutation package, huh? Worth spending that extra cash for that upgrade."
"Lucky for you," Simon confirmed, honestly. That was certainly a minor mutation he wished he had gained, along with his.
Somewhat awkwardly Bucky straightened, ignoring the stinging of his back and the aches where bruises where going to be later as he pulled a few twigs from him hair. "Ok, next time we start with the beginners course, yeah?"
"Do you ever?" Simon asked with a hint of a smile. With a mutation like his, it would be hard to. And it wasn't as if Simon had much experience leaping about trees, since this had been his first time.
"Well, there's a first time for everything right?" Bucky just grinned back.
It was the sort of smile it was difficult not to respond to, and Simon gave him a small but genuine smile in answer. "It was my first time as well," he admitted. "In trees, I mean."
"Well, you did better than me." Was joked, still blinking back the sting a little but it was manageable. Scraps and bruises were nothing really. "Maybe that's why I fell: newbie + copying someone in unfamiliar circumstances + lack of proper respect for nature. I have it now though, for sure." Next time gym first, or maybe watch for longer or, who knew, he might even engage the brain cell before leaping from a tree. Maybe.
"I'd checked the branches around, they seemed sturdy enough," Simon stated sheepishly. It was his fault, really. "Sorry."
"Probably just means I'm heavier than you or, you know, have shittier luck." He brushed off the apology quickly, after all he'd been the one who'd decided to try out flinging himself about like a damn monkey!
"I'm still sorry," Simon repeated, genuinely, because it was still a branch he had checked that had cracked. "It's probably a sign - enough tree parkour for today."
"Apology accepted ok?" He had a feeling Simon wouldn't stop till he said it. "And funnily enough I agree." It was go shower and pick bits of tree out of his back/hair time instead.
"Don't forget your things," Simon stated helpfully, with a gesture at the tree stump where they waited for Bucky.
"Not likely but thanks." Bucky nodded as his new (first ever) phone slipped into his pocket followed by an assortment including but not limited to a handful of change, an inhaler, room key, sugar tablets and a good number of band-aids.
Simon noticed the inhaler and tablets mostly, but didn't say a thing, just waited for Bucky to be ready so they could head back to the mansion together. "When did you arrive?" he asked curiously, once they fell in stride together.
"Last wednesday, you?" He was walking noticeably gingerly but not badly. A first aid kit was in the future not a doctor.
"Last year," Simon answered with a hint of a smile. He would definitely recommend paying the other Simon a visit when they reached the mansion, to make sure that there was no real damage. "I've just graduated, actually."
"That's cool, still got a year left on my sentence myself. Staying local or heading home? I'm guessing home is England, right?" Beyond TV he didn't have a huge amount of experience with English accents.
"Yes, but no, I'm - attending film school in New York," Simon stated. It still felt so odd to say out loud, but it was really happening all the same.
"Nice, if you ever want tips about Brooklyn I can sort you."
"I'll keep that in mind," Simon assured him with a small, thankful smile, although he thought that he was more likely to ask Steve. He seemed less exuberant than Bucky; more like someone Simon might ask about something. Bucky was a lot more intimidating. "Thanks. Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, still concerned about the way Bucky was walking, and still feeling responsible.
"I've had worse from stupider ideas, don't worry about me." Bucky insisted, flashing him a grin in an attempt to reassure him. "Seriously."
"There's... Simon, the other Simon," he started to explain. "He can tell what's going on in your body with a touch. He works in the infirmary."
"I'd probably be wasting his time, it's some scraps and bruises. Seriously" He started to explain before realising why maybe Simon was so concerned "Oh, right, yeah. That stuff and shit wasn't for me. I just carry them out of habit now I guess, like autopilot or whatever. Hadn't thought about it."
Simon felt a little heat rise in his cheeks, even if he had not been concerned on account of the medicine, but simply because he had noticed the supplies. "It just seemed like a bad fall."
"And I'm probably very lucky it wasn't worse but I'm fine look," He pulled his shirt up. His back was scraped, dirty and angry looking but definitely not ER material.
"I don't have X-ray vision," Simon pointed out with a small smile, because he appreciated the effort to reassure him, but he would rather be certain Bucky was alright.
"Are you gonna report me to someone if I don't go?" Buck teased lightly
"I'm just going to be worried if you don't go," Simon shook his head. He wasn't sure what he could report Bucky for exactly, anyway.
"I'll sort it myself but second I have any worries or doubts I promise I'll go meet other Simon."
"Thanks," Simon told him with a small smile, well aware that the other boy had told him so to reassure him.
"You said you usually do this stuff in the gym, right? Maybe I'll catch you down there sometime?" Good a way as any to keep testing these powers.
"It's more secure there," Simon nodded, although they trained in the gym less and less, preferring actual urban environments or the Danger Room. However, given the tree fiasco, it might be best to start out in the gym. He didn't want Bucky to truly injure himself.
"Don't worry, not planning on killing myself. It was a slip, how else will I learn?" Bucky insisted with that easy going smile of his. "Anyway, I'll catch you around, yeah?"
Simon nodded his agreement. "See you around!"
Parkour was meant to be used in an urban environment, yes, but Simon had decided not to let that stop him. Trying to pull it off in the trees would be more difficult, but it would be good practice. He had let Nathan know where he was going (he was hoping that his friend hadn't immediately forgotten), just in case something happened, and he did not go ahead irresponsibility.
He found an area where the trees seemed healthy and sturdy enough, not to mention stood close enough together that he could leap from one to the next, and went around a perimeter he set for himself, checking that there were no treacherous branches that might snap off under his weight. He had already warmed up, on the way over to the woods, and once that safety check was done, he hit play on Rollin' and Tumblin', secured his iPod in the zip pocket of his black cargo pants, and immediately launched himself up a tree.
When he was tracing, it always felt as if he became super aware of things, but in an extremely narrowed way: where to go next, weighing options and choosing the best, how his feet would hit their next landing stop, where his hands would find purchase. In this particular case, he paid very little attention to anything else, since he didn't expect to get bothered out here.
Bucky didn't know where he was going but didn't mind that so much. He'd needed, wanted, to get out of the fucking weird ass school for a while. Plus, you know, fresh air and trees. You got parks in Brooklyn, of course you did, but nothing quite like this place. So he was walking through the trees in not entirely appropriate boots that were comfortable and totally fashiony ones (his proper boots were reserved for JROTC training), black skinny jeans and a white t-shirt. The outfit had come partly from Goodwill and partly from a cousin (and no one needed to know the jeans were from a female cousin either) but he still though he looked good. Mostly he'd gotten pretty good at rocking a look that didn't seem too goodwill-ish no matter how the family situation was going. Luckily it was a warmish day so even amongst the trees, he wasn't longing for a jacket.
He was deep in thought but definitely not wallowing or feeling sorry for himself because that would be stupid, more than stupid. And pretty damn selfish. He was pleased, he was. He just needed a little bit of air and normalcy.
And there was a kid flipping about in the trees. Of course there fucking was, why not after all?
Jesus fucking Christ, this place was a heck of a trip.
Movement in his peripheral vision caught Simon's eye and he grabbed the next branch, found purchase for his feet, and hoisted himself up on it (working with Harley had better prepared him for tree parkour, no doubt about it) to check who might have just come across his impromptu training grounds. He dropped to the ground, an easy landing, and pulled the headphones out of his ears as he straightened up, a few feet from the other boy. It wasn't someone he knew, but he had to admit that he hadn't been paying as much attention to the journals as he should have. The way he was dressed made Simon think of Pietro, only less colourful, and he felt self-conscious in his simple black tee and cargo pants.
"Hi," he slightly awkwardly stated. "Sorry, I was just... training," he finished, lamely.
"I noticed." Very different from the strictly regimented training he was used to but he could see and relate to the discipline and focus involved. "Training as what exactly?" A spider monkey?
"A tracer," Simon answered, ignoring the way his cheeks heated up slightly at the question, feeling as if he wasn't supposed to think that he was cool enough for it. "Parkour? Freerunning," he added, since some people only knew the latter, and the two were close enough.
"Right, we got some of that in Brooklyn." Now he came to think of it, he could remember mucking about copying some of those kids when he was younger and actually being able to do some of it until Steve had had an asthma attacking from trying to keep up.
He'd copied those kids perfectly, he'd always figured beginners luck or maybe because he did assault courses a lot but now it was obvious: mutant.
"Can I see a bit more?" He might as well test out this theory that he was a copycat, right? He still hadn't had solid proof in his eyes.
There was a reason Simon preferred Parkour to freerunning: freerunning was about the show, about the image you wanted to present, and Simon was all about making use of the discipline. Parkour was absolutely his thing, because putting on a show really wasn't. But he was here to train, and it shouldn't matter if this new boy was watching or not. "...alright," he settled on after a second, but put his earphones away in his pocket, to hear if the boy said anything while he was going at it.
He picked a tree to start on and ran up its trunk to grab a branch he otherwise couldn't have, hoisting himself up and running along it until he could jump on another one.
Bucky simply watched for a while, he wasn't sure how long but then he wasn't sure how long exactly this thing of his apparently took. The body strength, the agility and focus were all things Bucky was sure he was already well versed in, it was just the technique that he needed.
Eventually, after emptying his pockets on a nearby tree stump for safekeeping, he too picked a tree and ran up it before launching himself at a branch and carrying on just like the other boy. The rush of adrenaline, it was actually pretty fun, yeah.
This time, Simon was aware that someone else was around, so he immediately noticed when the other kid launched him up into the trees. He jumped from a higher branch and landed into a roll, straightening up into a standing position so that he could watch him go at it. Perhaps he was like Kurt, an acrobat with enhanced agility?
"Don't go too far off!" he advised him, pushing his voice to be heard. "I've only checked the surrounding trees for treacherous branches!" Maybe his power meant that he would not hurt himself, but Simon would rather be safe than sorry.
Perching on a pretty sturdy looking branch (or so he thought), Bucky took a moment to catch his breath.
"Got it!" He confirmed with a nod before adding "I'm Bucky, by the way." If he was about to hurt himself, seemed right to give his name. At least he apparently had a healing thing going for him, and maybe he'd give Steve a fright too. It was high time the tables were turned on that kid really.
"I'm Simon," the other boy replied, less loudly than his warning had been. It mattered less, after all.
"So, Simon, you do this often?" Buck asked before flipping through the air across to another branch, catching it in both hands and hoisting himself up.
"It was my first time in the trees," Simon stated, still watching Bucky's progress with something very much like professional curiosity.
Bucky had stilled, testing the weight baring property of the branch he'd just climbed onto gingerly. Ok, yeah, he got the point. Careful.
"Got any pointers?"
"You seem to be doing alright," Simon pointed out, somewhat awkwardly.
"If you can do it, I can do it." Bucky shrugged. "I'm a copycat basically."
"Like Cal?" Simon asked with a curious frown.
It took a second to place the name. "Nah I can't do mutations, just skills and stuff."
"But not knowledge, either," Simon worked out out loud, since Bucky had asked for pointers.
Bucky shrugged again "Adoptive muscle memory apparently. However that works."
Simon nodded; he could not know how the other boy's power worked exactly, but he had seen it before, in fiction. "You can only copy actions, movements - and only as far as your body is able, as it is?"
"I think so, I haven't really gotten to test it since I found out." Important things like hanging out with Steve and Bigby had seemed more pressing.
"The school will be good for that," Simon stated, not as quietly as he would have if the other boy wasn't up in a tree a little way off. "Is Dr MacTaggart your mentor?"
"Yeah but she's already considering loaning me to Judd. She yours too?" A calculated jump and swing across to a tree nearer Simon happened just in time judging by the cracking noise it made as he sprang away. "Shit!" He cussed in shock, laughing in surprise. Stupid as it might be, this was pretty fun. Got the heart pumping for sure.
"Shit is right," Simon confirmed with a frown, clearly a lot more worried about safety than Bucky. He was hoping that they would be having this conversation on the ground, now, if they were going to have it.
"OK, right. Getting down now..." Because, yeah, fun but actually that would be a pretty scary fall to take. Breaking yourself in the first week? So not cool.
"Good idea," Simon confirmed with a small twitch of his lips, an approving smile. "But yes, Dr MacTaggart was my mentor."
The route down was more flitting from branch to branch which was fine because he'd been watching Simon and knew how to do it. He wasn't, however, very good at judging what branches could take his weight apparently. His luck ran out eventually but when he was only a few metres from the ground. So, instead of screaming and drama he was able to laugh off his pain and embarrassment after skidding and scrapping down the bark of the tree and landing with a thud on the ground in the dirt.
Not Bucky's finest moment.
"Are you all right?" Simon asked as he hurried over, before realising that Bucky was laughing. Probably all right, then.
"Ow, ow, ow." Bucky summed it up as he blinked furiously because if was one of those laugh or you might cry moments because fuck that stung. In the fall his t-shirt had been hiked up so that his back and right side had bark burn scrapes and grazes. "Remind me not to wear these shitty boots next time." He told Simon as he sat up and saw exactly how worried the other guy looked and ok, now he felt shitty because he was more used to being on the other side of that look really. "I'm ok Simon, promise. All good and shiny."
"You don't look very shiny right now," Simon pointed out with a small smile, and held his hand out to help Bucky back up.
With a grin that was pretty sheepish, Bucky accepted the hand and got to his feet. "Lucky I got that healing thing in my mutation package, huh? Worth spending that extra cash for that upgrade."
"Lucky for you," Simon confirmed, honestly. That was certainly a minor mutation he wished he had gained, along with his.
Somewhat awkwardly Bucky straightened, ignoring the stinging of his back and the aches where bruises where going to be later as he pulled a few twigs from him hair. "Ok, next time we start with the beginners course, yeah?"
"Do you ever?" Simon asked with a hint of a smile. With a mutation like his, it would be hard to. And it wasn't as if Simon had much experience leaping about trees, since this had been his first time.
"Well, there's a first time for everything right?" Bucky just grinned back.
It was the sort of smile it was difficult not to respond to, and Simon gave him a small but genuine smile in answer. "It was my first time as well," he admitted. "In trees, I mean."
"Well, you did better than me." Was joked, still blinking back the sting a little but it was manageable. Scraps and bruises were nothing really. "Maybe that's why I fell: newbie + copying someone in unfamiliar circumstances + lack of proper respect for nature. I have it now though, for sure." Next time gym first, or maybe watch for longer or, who knew, he might even engage the brain cell before leaping from a tree. Maybe.
"I'd checked the branches around, they seemed sturdy enough," Simon stated sheepishly. It was his fault, really. "Sorry."
"Probably just means I'm heavier than you or, you know, have shittier luck." He brushed off the apology quickly, after all he'd been the one who'd decided to try out flinging himself about like a damn monkey!
"I'm still sorry," Simon repeated, genuinely, because it was still a branch he had checked that had cracked. "It's probably a sign - enough tree parkour for today."
"Apology accepted ok?" He had a feeling Simon wouldn't stop till he said it. "And funnily enough I agree." It was go shower and pick bits of tree out of his back/hair time instead.
"Don't forget your things," Simon stated helpfully, with a gesture at the tree stump where they waited for Bucky.
"Not likely but thanks." Bucky nodded as his new (first ever) phone slipped into his pocket followed by an assortment including but not limited to a handful of change, an inhaler, room key, sugar tablets and a good number of band-aids.
Simon noticed the inhaler and tablets mostly, but didn't say a thing, just waited for Bucky to be ready so they could head back to the mansion together. "When did you arrive?" he asked curiously, once they fell in stride together.
"Last wednesday, you?" He was walking noticeably gingerly but not badly. A first aid kit was in the future not a doctor.
"Last year," Simon answered with a hint of a smile. He would definitely recommend paying the other Simon a visit when they reached the mansion, to make sure that there was no real damage. "I've just graduated, actually."
"That's cool, still got a year left on my sentence myself. Staying local or heading home? I'm guessing home is England, right?" Beyond TV he didn't have a huge amount of experience with English accents.
"Yes, but no, I'm - attending film school in New York," Simon stated. It still felt so odd to say out loud, but it was really happening all the same.
"Nice, if you ever want tips about Brooklyn I can sort you."
"I'll keep that in mind," Simon assured him with a small, thankful smile, although he thought that he was more likely to ask Steve. He seemed less exuberant than Bucky; more like someone Simon might ask about something. Bucky was a lot more intimidating. "Thanks. Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, still concerned about the way Bucky was walking, and still feeling responsible.
"I've had worse from stupider ideas, don't worry about me." Bucky insisted, flashing him a grin in an attempt to reassure him. "Seriously."
"There's... Simon, the other Simon," he started to explain. "He can tell what's going on in your body with a touch. He works in the infirmary."
"I'd probably be wasting his time, it's some scraps and bruises. Seriously" He started to explain before realising why maybe Simon was so concerned "Oh, right, yeah. That stuff and shit wasn't for me. I just carry them out of habit now I guess, like autopilot or whatever. Hadn't thought about it."
Simon felt a little heat rise in his cheeks, even if he had not been concerned on account of the medicine, but simply because he had noticed the supplies. "It just seemed like a bad fall."
"And I'm probably very lucky it wasn't worse but I'm fine look," He pulled his shirt up. His back was scraped, dirty and angry looking but definitely not ER material.
"I don't have X-ray vision," Simon pointed out with a small smile, because he appreciated the effort to reassure him, but he would rather be certain Bucky was alright.
"Are you gonna report me to someone if I don't go?" Buck teased lightly
"I'm just going to be worried if you don't go," Simon shook his head. He wasn't sure what he could report Bucky for exactly, anyway.
"I'll sort it myself but second I have any worries or doubts I promise I'll go meet other Simon."
"Thanks," Simon told him with a small smile, well aware that the other boy had told him so to reassure him.
"You said you usually do this stuff in the gym, right? Maybe I'll catch you down there sometime?" Good a way as any to keep testing these powers.
"It's more secure there," Simon nodded, although they trained in the gym less and less, preferring actual urban environments or the Danger Room. However, given the tree fiasco, it might be best to start out in the gym. He didn't want Bucky to truly injure himself.
"Don't worry, not planning on killing myself. It was a slip, how else will I learn?" Bucky insisted with that easy going smile of his. "Anyway, I'll catch you around, yeah?"
Simon nodded his agreement. "See you around!"
