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[Look who shouldn't be there either, scowling at an overly patriotic painting of Steve Rogers.]

[Doreen's been here half a ~~million~~ dozen times, yet she always has the excitement as if it's her first time visiting.]

The Howling Commandos! Aren't they just cool? Sneaking behind enemy lines, fighting the good fight, a real team! They're like the Avengers before the Avengers happened. [Sigh.] I want to be just like them!

(This wasn't the first time that Bucky found himself walking through the exhibit. Looking at how all the people fascinated with the Captain. A real life hero that was walking around today. He focus was more on the glass paragraph that was supposed to depict his life... and death.

The excitement of the girl caught his attention. He turned to face her. The mannequins in the dress of his old team coming into view.)

No, you don't.

(He spoke without thinking.)

(Bucky noticed the long haired man from across the room. He naturally made his way over to the painting of Steve. He couldn't say it was done in good taste either but it wasn't deserving of a face like that.) Not a fan?

[She gives a little jump at the words as she turns to face the man who just spoke. He looks far too grumpy, and not in the somber way that some people get when they visit the memorial.]

Yes, I do. I can be strong like them and I want to help people.

(His gaze moved from the girl to the dressed up mannequins.)

Not all of them were strong. (And they didn't always help people.)

[Covertly stealing from the Captain America exhibit]

(Bucky had been to the exhibit more often than he would actually admit to anymore. It was a piece of his past that he was still trying to piece together. He knew where everything was in the exhibit by this point.

He pulled off into the corner near the exit.)

Put it back.

[Oops]

...................................................

Say pretty please and I'll think about it.

[Her tail twitches at his pessimistic attitude.]

What? Of course all of them were strong.

(He stepped out of the corner.) I'm not going to say it again.

You don't know that for sure. All you have are stories and who's to say they got all the details.

[Sorry, no idea who you are]

Yeah I didn't think that'd work.

Hey, love to stay and chat but-

[SPRINTING DOWN THE HALL]

(He didn't expect the man to go darting down the hall. It wasn't exactly covert. )

Damnit.

(Bucky started running after him. His hand moved to grab his gun but only a motion of grabbing it as he second guessed himself.)

[Nikolai knew there were other places he should be right now. But with his life in something of a holding pattern, he was staying close to the familiar. Going to ground had been tempting, but he had been told, explicitly, to stay where he could be found.

He didn't know why he had been compelled to visit the Captain America exhibit. Maybe to give him a bit of ammunition to tease the good Captain. Or, maybe to understand him a little bit better.

Nikolai found himself in front of the wall displaying the face of Bucky Barnes, reading the description of Captain America's best friend.]

[Deadpool pretty much operates on being completely unpredictable. Good thing that still works]

Seriously don't be a hero! Seriously, these are my favorite bullets I don't wanna waste 'em.

They survived, didn't they? [She pauses and looks at the display on Bucky Barnes.] Well, almost all of them did.

And Captain America came back! And saved New York City from aliens!

(He looked over to the memorial of Captain America's best friend, of him.) Then there's your proof.

Then stop running. (He didn't need to be causing a scene here. It would tell Steve that he was staying in the area and he didn't want that.)

Strong people die. If they didn't then nobody would be strong because everyone dies.

And Bucky! Bucky was strong, Captain America's best friend and right hand man with a shot like no other. It's so amazing that they fought in a war together and did so much.

It's okay, I'll pick 'em outta you later.

[He whips out a rather nicely sized glock, doesn't even look back, and fires two shots over his shoulder. For a guy who's not looking he has some pretty good aim.]

Hands stuffed in his pockets as he walked by the mannequins dressed as old friends. He turned into the direction that had the Bucky Barnes display. The glass wall that had almost everything right except that he hadn't died. As he turned he saw the man that he fought against.

Part of him wanted to avoid. Walk the other way and leave the exhibit but he didn't. He walked over standing slightly behind the other man

(The aim was good but he wasn't shooting at some rent-a-cop. Bucky moved against the wall and continued to floor the strangely dressed thief.)

You're going to need more than that.

[Hey, don't diss the suit, it makes his ass look great]

Well I would have brought my rocket launcher, but I don't have that many problems with my penis.

(Bucky didn't know why he expected anything different. People came here to hold onto the hope that there were heroes out there. That good always wins against evil and people were better for what they lived through.) So one dies so that everyone can leave but that's alright. He gets a glass portrait. I see.