[ closed; around day 43ish ]

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CHARACTERS: Sam Wilson and Steve Rogers / Sam, Bellamy, and Shiro
WHERE: Bearings
WHEN: after Bucky’s coma / after this
SUMMARY: two logs for the price of one so I don’t spam the comm! Sam attempts to distract himself and Steve with birds / checking on Shiro after the rage incident
WARNINGS: none atm, will update as needed!



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[ That's another reason why Sam's been hanging around Bucky's room so much, why he keeps prodding gently at the place in his mind where Bucky should be, like a loose tooth. He'd promised that he'd be there when Bucky needed, when he wanted, and he doesn't want Bucky to wake up alone and disoriented.

Same reason he'd waited by Steve's bedside at the hospital, way back when they first met - or similar, anyway, he hadn't wanted Steve to wake up alone and unsure of how much time had passed, either - but that's beside the point. Between the two of them looking out for Bucky, Sam's confident at least one of them will be there when he comes back.

But for now, he just wants a distraction. So when Steve agrees, his smile widens as he scoops up a bag of dried fruit and another of seeds, starting for the elevator. ]

It's up on the roof, come on. Perfect timing, man, this is the best part of the day.

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[ He eyes the seeds and dried fruit, gaze lifting again to meet Sam's, the answer to the question starting to click into place. ]

You got friends up there? [ He walks behind Sam, stopping at the elevator. When he was very young an old man had tended to a flock of pigeons on the roof of their first tenement. Trained them to fly in circles around the building, much to the annoyance of the other residents and pedestrians. ]

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[ There's a low chuckle as Sam steps into the elevator, thumbing the button for the roof. ]

Yeah, guess I kind of gave away the surprise part, huh? I got a couple bird feeders set up, but some of them have figured out that when I'm up there, they get the good stuff. [ Maybe because Sam's up there kind of a lot, clearing his head, and birds in the city tend to know when to take advantage of a human with food, but still. ]

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Smart friends. [ He shoves his hands into his pockets, leaning against the elevator wall. A wry look. ]

They figure you for one of them? [ The birds, because, you know - wings and things. ]

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[ There's a hum of agreement, because Sam isn't going to be the one to speak against the intelligence of birds. He shoots Steve a look back, eyebrow raised and smirk amused. Bird jokes, he can roll with those. ]

Hell yeah. They know one of the flock when they see it; they just keep hassling me for not coming up to fly with them.