bucky sat adjacent to logan in a ragged old barstool that had seen better days, but then again, so had the both of them. in the dim light, bucky could hardly make out logan's expressions as they spoke, but he'd known the other well enough — even with the memories he'd been stripped of — to know what he was feeling. catching up with logan never got easier for bucky, but it never got harder, either. they didn't pity each other, it was something more than that, and they listened to each other with the common ground of two men who were deprived of normalcy for many years.
after some serious conversation followed by a comfortable silence and two more drinks ordered, bucky lifts his glass halfway to his lips and speaks, "not that it ain't nice to see you, you know i like to catch up with you — but what're you visiting for this time? trouble with your own crew?" he half-questions, half-teases, before fully putting the drink to his lips and taking a sip. he eyes the other over the rim of the glass before setting it down on the bar top he's leaning against, tilting his head at logan.
