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[ Steve doesn't make a habit of things like Googling himself (which sounds dirty, honestly) or checking his Wikipedia page. After all, he already knows about himself; he doesn't need to check up on the facts.

Except then one day, Sam asks him about the Yankees. And he knows Sam's aware that he doesn't like the Yankees; they've watched enough baseball together (even though Sam's a Mets fan). He gives Sam a funny look, and the other man laughs and shakes his head.

The next day, Wanda asks him why he always says he's just a kid from Brooklyn. He's obviously from Queens, doesn't he know that? What's the difference between the two? Is he sure he wasn't born somewhere else?

The day after that, T'Challa, of all people, asks him if it's true that his tears can be used to summon bald eagles. 'One of the Dora Milaje read it online,' is his excuse, but Steve's pretty sure he's just using his bodyguards as convenient scapegoats to save face.

He grabs his phone and types a search 'steve rogers tears bald eagles' and the first result (after about twenty shitty Photoshops) is Wikipedia.

Wikipedia! He'd taken the site's information as gospel truth, and so his first assumption is that someone must have hacked it. And, of course, there's only one person with the technological know-how to do that. ]

Bucky! [ He looks up from his phone, a crease of distress between his eyebrows. ] Tony's hacked Wikipedia, you oughta see the stuff it says about me.

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[ The fact that he's behind Steve helps, too. He's not looking at Bucky, just scowling down at the phone. ]

It doesn't.

[ Well, it could. Steve Doesn't Cry, so for all he knows, that actually could be true. But since he's never seen a bald eagle in person, he's going to assume otherwise. ]

And look! It says I like the Yankees, Buck. [ He sounds like someone's personally murdered his pet dog. ]

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[ Bucky pretends to find that segment on the page, even though he's the one who edited the damn thing. ]

Wow.

I had no idea you were a Yankees man this whole time.

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[ Steve twists his head and gives Bucky a Look. ]

You know damn well I'm not, after all the games we've been to together. There's gotta be a law against changing Wikipedia so it's wrong. You never know who might believe stuff like this!

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[ It's really hard not to give in right now. Seriously. He should win an award. ]

You mean like everyone else?

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T'Challa asked me if I could really summon bald eagles with my tears. Something about it being the guardian of America like the Black Panther is the guardian of Wakanda.

[ Although he's pretty sure T'Challa hadn't been keeping a straight face by then. Which is telling, because the king has one of the best damn poker faces Steve's ever seen. ]

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[ Bucky agrees. T'Challa is one hell of a master in that department. ]

Pretty sure you are the guardian of America, Steve.

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[ Not that Bucky's half-bad himself, apparently.

Steve just huffs and rolls his eyes at the suggestion, though. ]

Asshole.

[ If he is, he's not a very good one, he thinks privately. ]

sorry was reading/writing

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[ Bucky allows a grin to twist his lips, and shakes Steve by one shoulder. ]

You're sure not Captain Mexico. Lighten up, Stevie, you're the one who kept wearing the Stars n' Stripes on your uniform.

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Yeah, but-

[ It's a feeling of something he can't quite articulate. Inadequacy, maybe? Bucky's right, he's taking this too damn seriously.

But he'd given up the shield, walked away from it willingly - and he knows it's not the shield or the uniform or even the muscles that make him Captain America, but he still wonders if maybe he doesn't have a claim to the title anymore.

(And if he isn't Captain America, is there enough of him left to be anybody? These are the questions he asks himself late at night. They feel out of place during the day, when the sunlight chases the shadows from the quiet corners of his mind.)

Christ, he really needs to learn how to take a joke. ]

What the hell kind of power is communicating with birds, anyway?

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Now you're on about Wilson? C'mon, buddy. Your tears just call them, not start conversations.

[ He sees through you, Steve. The obfuscating shit and the self-crisis shit. ]

You wanna get bummed out or have an existential moment, at least let me put some bourbon in this coffee first.

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Sam doesn't-

[ No, he's not even arguing about Sam again. Bucky seems to have some sort of weird stick up his ass about him. ]

I don't cry.

[ He folds his arms over his chest stubbornly. It had been a mark of pride for him, back in the day - as sickly as he was, as incapable of winning a fight, he never gave in and let the pain show. It was the only way he'd known to be a real man. And then, it had just stuck with him. ]

What would the eagles even do, anyway? Stark's so full of shit.

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[ Bucky actually smacks Steve upside his head. STOP BEING AN IDIOT STEVE ]

Steve.

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What?

[ He knows that it's a slap to stop being an idiot - he's fluent in Bucky, after all - but isn't sure what he's being an idiot about. ]

You don't have to hit me anymore, Bucky. Jeez.

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Wanna drop the macho crap?

[ his prank is starting to backfire. Maybe he should own up to it. ]

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You still aren't gonna get me to admit I'm a Yankees fan.

[ The only tears he's shed for the last eighty years were over the Dodgers. ]

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[ SAME, BRO ]

Fair enough...

[ He finishes his coffee with a large gulp. Mmm, caffeine. ]

I'm still tellin' people you're from Queens, though.

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[ Hold on...hold on...you can practically see the gears in Steve's head working. ]

You son of a bitch!

[ Though he's scowling, the punch he delivers to Bucky's good shoulder is still (relatively) light. ]

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[ Bucky yelps, more out of surprise than anything, but then starts laughing. Hard. ]

Ow! Ha ha, language, Captain America! Ha ha, what would the children think?

[ He can barely speak through the laughter, but leans up to put his mug down. ]

To think their hero is from Queens!!!

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[ He throws another indignant punch, mostly because he's a little annoyed at how hard Bucky's laughing.

Asshole. ]

Yeah, yeah, you've always been a little shit, Bucky. Real hysterical.

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[ He holds his shoulder, still cackling so hard he's crying. ]

The look on your face! Priceless! God I hope they record this place, because I'd put it on youtube!

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Oh, yeah, let's tell the world where two of its most wanted fugitives are hiding. Great idea.

[ HUFF. Give him another couple of minutes to sulk. ]

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[ It's going to take him a few to stop giggling. ]

Eh. We can just claim political asylum- pretty sure the King has already worked on that contingency.

Plus, I'd like to see someone try to breach this fortress.

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[ Steve makes a disgruntled face at the giggling, elbows Bucky in the side. ]

You are not gonna put a video of you pranking me on youtube. Prick.

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[ Bucky swats at his hand.

And now he's looking Very Serious. ]

Watch your language.

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[ Steve grabs Bucky's hand when he swats at him and doesn't let go. ]

What're you gonna do, wash my mouth out with soap? Like you have room to talk.