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[The weather has changed for the better since the acid rain has cleared up, and the new apartment has its advantages. Namely that they have the entire roof all to themselves. There are a couple of lawn chairs up there already, and one night, Bucky is sitting in one of them, half a beer sat on the concrete next to it. The shield is up there, leaning against the half-wall, and the night is quiet save for the city sounds below and the hum of the air conditioner unit.

Ever since the rain, Bucky has kept to himself a little more than usual, grown a bit more withdrawn. His closest friends probably recognize it as him having a lot on his mind these days.

Glancing to the door when it opens, Bucky waves Steve over. He knows his friend likes to come up to the roof to do his thinking too.] Pull up a chair, pal.

[The apartment needs some work. The exposed brick interior is kind of nice, he thinks, reminds him of the place in Brooklyn that used to be Steve's (that is Steve's again?), that he shared with the New Avengers. Only the bare bones of the top floor apartment have been renovated though, all the walls and the basic layouts, some of the appliances and a couple of pieces of furniture here and there. It hadn't been touched in months before they bought it.

Bucky has the wide living room windows thrown open to let in a breeze, and he's been dusting and mopping, working toward getting things cleaned up. The living spaces have to come first, and then they can focus on renovating the second floor gym and bottom floor garage and workshop. He's scrubbing a mop over the dusty brick, glancing back over his shoulder at Tony.] I'm thinking TV on this wall? The couch can go about right where you're standing.

[Honestly the fact that he's talking to anyone right now, of his own accord, is a small miracle. He's had a lot on his mind lately.]

[ Tony knows that it is going to take them some time to get the place looking like an actual home than just a box with some of the necessities in it, but what he isn't completely prepared for is just how terrible Bucky is at interior design. surely, he should have some understanding of space and optimal vantage points? wasn't that a thing that snipers used?

as the soldier talks, Tony is standing in the middle of a mess of wires on the floor as he puts together a home alarm system, not the best thing yet, but close. despite the fact that he is with Steve and Bucky, well...whatever. it also was basically the scaffolding for an AI in the place, but that was next.

he gives Bucky a flat look and looks between the wall and where he is a few times before shaking his head. ]

You want to be half blinded by the setting sun when you try to watch something at night? Use the wall as a backsplash for the sofa, floating shelves and such, but the far wall with no texture and away from natural lighting is better. Also, TV? Like I'm not making a projector, c'mon now Bucky.

['Interior design' wasn't exactly something they taught in the Red Room, Tony. Bucky can pick out a sniper's nest, but a sniper's nest doesn't usually have a couch or a TV or artwork on the walls or drapes. At least the artwork was easy enough to decide on - Steve's sketches in simple frames throughout the apartment. Everything else... Well, Bucky only inherited Steve's apartment back home, and kept it mostly the way it was. Before, he lived in safehouses, bouncing from place to place.

He dips his mop in the bucket again and leans on the stick, raising an eyebrow slightly at Tony's mess of wires.] Is that going to be biometric entry? Retinal scans are tighter. Easier to duplicate a fingerprint. [Security systems, though, he knows - maybe not how to build one, but definitely how to break into one.]

If you build a projector, we still have to install a screen. Easier to just buy a flat-screen like everyone else in the city. Also, what the hell is a floating shelf?

[ well maybe the sniper should. come on, it is all about angles and optimal vision in this as well. though Tony perhaps has managed to pick up bits and pieces over the years by paying attention to whatever was chosen by the interior designers that he paid. that and basic common sense in what colours went with what.

there is a scoff of laughter as he digs back into the wires. ] Do you think me a fool, Mr Barnes! Yeah no, it's actually-- going to be triplicate. Because of alternates and all, I don't know how solid retinal scans are either honestly. So retinal, biochemical, and good old vocal passwords.

[ there is some quiet, the sound of shifting wires before, laughing softly:] Think I could convince Steve his is to sing the national anthem?

[ he wouldn't do that... but maybe he would. maybe. ]

And not installing a flat screen, we are not like everyone else. There will be a descending projector. With the potential for holographic display and 3D interaction. And I am going to pretend you didn't ask me that.

[ The roof is a place of comfort for Steve. After spending their first months in communal housing, he's made it a habit to spend more time where fewer people crowd around. And now he and Bucky have made the roof of the building their new meeting place. Steve somehow feels like this helps make the place feel like home.

When he goes up to the roof, Bucky has one of the lawn chairs occupied, an open beer nearby and his eyes still full of something Steve can't quite place. Worry? Anxiety? Pain? A mixture of feelings that he doesn't readily show. Steve sits in the chair next to him, taking in the night air, and while he notices the shield leaning against the ledge, he doesn't mention it. ]

You're out late. What's on your mind?

[It's a good meeting place, really. Especially with a few pieces of outdoor furniture up here, it's a nice place to drag the cooler and sit and think. The air is summer-warm and still, and the unfamiliar night sky gives him something to ponder. Still, it doesn't bring him peace tonight, nor do the three beers he's already had, the empty cans tossed into a wastebasket.

Steve joins him, asks what's on his mind, and for a moment, Bucky thinks about lying. Telling him he's fine. Nothing is the matter. He can lie to everybody here except Steve Rogers, though.]

A lot of things. [He finally answers, voice quiet.] Natasha's here.

[To be fair, Bucky hasn't owned a home... ever in his life. Even when he technically had Steve's apartment in Brooklyn, he didn't change anything about it, because it was Steve's. He's never had to think about things like this.]

Vocal passwords? Really? [That just sounds like a recipe for- yes. Tony muses getting Steve to sing the national anthem, and Bucky rolls his eyes.] He'd probably find another way inside. Remind me to poke holes in your security as soon as you've got it set up.

Holographic- isn't that a little much? This is an apartment, not like- Avengers HQ or anything like that.

[ Bucky can be forgiven for not having impeccable interior design skills, if only because that would be seriously unfair if he did. Shooting Bucky a smile, Tony goes back to working, still laughing a little bit.]

Hey now, at this point we are running out of good ways to add security to a place. I mean, we can also add a number code? But... I dunno, do we eventually reach overkill? [ Is there such a thing as too much security? Tony doesn't really think so. ]

Yeah, I fully expect the two of you to find at least four ways inside by the end of day honestly, but then I will fix it. Maybe I should make you sing the national anthem too...

[ The latter is muttered as he winces and stabs his thumb with a piece of wire. When he looks up to raise a brow at Bucky, his has his thumb in his mouth and looks more than a little ridiculous. ] Uh huh, you want other Barnes crawling around in your shit? I mean, not that I think he would, but still.

Can't have too much security. Voices can be mimicked, though. [And fingerprints can be obtained if you cut a guy's fingers off. Retinal scans are the way to go here, though it does leave the issue of doubles. Are they genetically as similar as clones? It's an interesting question.]

I ain't singing anything. And I doubt you can build security I can't bust, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. [He snorts at the mention of the other Barnes, though.] Unlike some of you guys, me and the other Barnes aren't clones of each other. Have you seen the guy? His eyes are grey, and he's got at least four inches on me. Anyway, I ain't worried about that. Our paths don't cross all that much.

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steve & bucky ✪ shield custody

tony & bucky ✪ what's the equivalent of hgtv here

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