Generally, meetings with people he doesn't know are advised against by the very people who want to make sure he doesn't fall back into old ways. They track him closely, watching every move he makes. His therapy appointments are monitored and the only time they seem to look the other way is when he is handing over whatever HYDRA stragglers are left to the appropriate government officials.
So, when the note and file are slid under his door early in the day, he can't help but wonder why the hell he's being set up. This was obviously a test and Bucky isn't interested in being locked up on the Raft because he broke some condition that was in the fine print. The folder is promptly tossed and left there until later in the afternoon when he goes back and retrieves it.
For a good hour, he looks over the various documents and reports and something compels him to consider it even though he knows it might end poorly for him. But he looks at the note attached to the front and decides he has nothing really left to lose.
When he shows up, he's wearing a baseball cap, hoodie and leather jacket, his typical look when he's trying not to purposely give himself away. Still, he lingers, watching her through the window to make sure this wasn't some kind of takedown. And when he enters the shop, he stops and looks at her suspiciously before making his way to the booth.
He doesn't sit down.
"It's Daisy, right?" he says, knowing full well it's her. Bucky eyes the second cup of coffee and then glances out the window again. "So, what exactly is it you want?"
It's really him. Everyone always says you shouldn't meet your heroes and usually she'd agree with that sentiment, but not this time. Right now, she's so glad he's come to meet her that she can't hide the small smile that grows even as he makes it clear that he's not entirely pleased with the situation at hand. She doesn't blame him — he's been dealt the shittiest hand she's ever seen.
In the hours between dropping off the file and sitting at this table, she'd rehearsed what she might say, weighing a dozen different approaches. It's only now that he's sitting here that she decides to just dive right in, no bullshit runaround.
"To talk," she answers, reaching over to take that second cup of coffee. She takes a sip of it herself before placing it back down in front of him, just in case he's worried she's trying to drug him or something. "I've been... monitoring your situation and, frankly, it sucks. You're basically on house arrest without being stuck in one place. You don't deserve that."
The thought may have crossed his mind, but her file also said she was Inhuman, which he knows very little about besides what was written in. People who claim to have powers tend to list that as a generalization and not bullet point specifics. She included a lot of things in the folder and for all intents and purposes, it got him there. For how long was a matter entirely up to her.
Bucky looks at the coffee, reaches down and moves it to the table beside before sliding into the booth. But before he lets her begin, he waves down the waitress and requests a fresh coffee. Only after one is brought over does he give Daisy his undivided attention.
"Who cares what I deserve. They don't. Why do you?" he replies, his tone definitely defensive and more than a bit skeptical that someone from SHIELD would want to help him. "What's in it for you? A promotion?"
She watches the coffee exchange, glad that it's working in her favor. He's not drinking the one she'd ordered, which she doesn't blame him for, but now she knows that he's planning on hearing her out. That's all she'd needed.
"SHIELD doesn't work like that anymore," she tells him, her words less defensive and more a simple statement of the nature of things. "It wasn't ever supposed to. The agency was founded under the core principle of protection and HYDRA corrupted that. More people should have seen it happening and been able to stop it, but that didn't happen and you suffered as a result."
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So, when the note and file are slid under his door early in the day, he can't help but wonder why the hell he's being set up. This was obviously a test and Bucky isn't interested in being locked up on the Raft because he broke some condition that was in the fine print. The folder is promptly tossed and left there until later in the afternoon when he goes back and retrieves it.
For a good hour, he looks over the various documents and reports and something compels him to consider it even though he knows it might end poorly for him. But he looks at the note attached to the front and decides he has nothing really left to lose.
When he shows up, he's wearing a baseball cap, hoodie and leather jacket, his typical look when he's trying not to purposely give himself away. Still, he lingers, watching her through the window to make sure this wasn't some kind of takedown. And when he enters the shop, he stops and looks at her suspiciously before making his way to the booth.
He doesn't sit down.
"It's Daisy, right?" he says, knowing full well it's her. Bucky eyes the second cup of coffee and then glances out the window again. "So, what exactly is it you want?"
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In the hours between dropping off the file and sitting at this table, she'd rehearsed what she might say, weighing a dozen different approaches. It's only now that he's sitting here that she decides to just dive right in, no bullshit runaround.
"To talk," she answers, reaching over to take that second cup of coffee. She takes a sip of it herself before placing it back down in front of him, just in case he's worried she's trying to drug him or something. "I've been... monitoring your situation and, frankly, it sucks. You're basically on house arrest without being stuck in one place. You don't deserve that."
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Bucky looks at the coffee, reaches down and moves it to the table beside before sliding into the booth. But before he lets her begin, he waves down the waitress and requests a fresh coffee. Only after one is brought over does he give Daisy his undivided attention.
"Who cares what I deserve. They don't. Why do you?" he replies, his tone definitely defensive and more than a bit skeptical that someone from SHIELD would want to help him. "What's in it for you? A promotion?"
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"SHIELD doesn't work like that anymore," she tells him, her words less defensive and more a simple statement of the nature of things. "It wasn't ever supposed to. The agency was founded under the core principle of protection and HYDRA corrupted that. More people should have seen it happening and been able to stop it, but that didn't happen and you suffered as a result."