Hello Sergeant (Bucky Barnes)

Interwebs

Steve's POV

"Ready, Buck?"

"Steve – look at this! Skye showed me this website with all these funny things. Timber?"

"Tumblr, James. I'll text you your login so you can get on it from home, okay?" Skye said, rolling her eyes.

"Corrupting him already, Skye?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"Of course," she smirked. "You could use a little corrupting yourself, Steve. Wait til I introduce you to Wattpad."

"Watt – what? Never mind, I'm sure I don't want to know."   

"Skye – Captain Rogers is nowhere near ready for that one," Fitz said disapprovingly. "Tumblr and Twitter are more than sufficient for now."

"Jemma? What's your opinion?" I asked the quieter woman, who looked over at me and shook her head.

"I suggest that Sarah helps you learn to navigate social media before you try it on your own, Steve."

"I'm good with that. I've heard of the twitting thing before but I've never used it," I said, not sure I had the jargon right.

"I know; we're pretty sure you'll break the internet when you do."

"I'm sure I didn't want to know that. Bucky, why don't we go get our workout in so FitzSimmons can finish up. Would you all like to go out for dinner tonight when you're done? There's a little Italian place not very far from here that's really good."

Fitz, Simmons and Skye looked at each other before nodding.

"Bruce, what about you?"

"There's so much I need to do yet, Steve."

"Don't make me tell Sarah you're skipping meals, Bruce," I threatened. "She'll probably sic Tony on you or something."

He sighed but caved in right away like I thought he would. "All right, sure – I'll go. 1800 sound good? I have a couple machines to switch out before we leave if we go then."

"That's fine with me; it gives us plenty of time to get in a workout and get cleaned up." Bucky hopped up from his chair and put his arm around my shoulder like he used to when I was a lot smaller.

"Let's go, Steve; I'm already hungry just thinking about food." He clapped me on the back and we headed out the door. He had to let go of me to exit, but he put his arm back around me when we got into the hallway. "This feels a little strange for some reason."

"I used to be smaller than Skye, Buck." I marked on my chest where the top of my head used to be. "You're larger now than you were back then, too. You were under 6 foot before the war and weighed about 140 pounds."

"Huh," he grinned at me. "I don't remember that, but it makes sense now. Where are we going?"

"To get changed in the locker room. You might fit into one of my suits now that you've filled back out a bit."

"You calling me fat?" Bucky said, shoving me lightly.

I shoved him right back. "Jerk – just stating the facts. You were pretty malnourished when I first saw you in October, Buck and you can't even deny it. I'm sure you looked worse when you first got to DC."

"Yeah, I did," he admitted. "Thank goodness Sarah didn't mind feeding me."

We pushed open the locker room door and I went to my locker, putting my finger on the pad to unlock it. "All of our locks are biometrically controlled. When they get your set up, all you need is a fingerprint to open it." I handed him one of my spare workout suits that looked like my stealth suit and pulled out one for me, too. "You step into it and it zips down the front. They keep me from sweating too much when I'm having a long workout. They breathe pretty well, too."