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[semi_stable]

For the most part, making his living via the ChoreWeasel app works for Bucky. As a kid, he did odd jobs all over town, especially after the war started and before he got drafted. It was a good way to make money, and he felt as if he were being especially helpful.

This remains true, and now it's made easier for him. Each day that he feels like working, he can open the app and scroll through the jobs, picking the ones that he feels confident that he can take care of quickly. He likes the ones that require hard labor or heavy lifting, because they pay well and don't exert him like they would other people.

On this particular day, he breaks down and an old shed and tosses the remains into the rented dumpster, and then rakes an absolutely humongous yard out in the countryside. The latter one is fun because he takes Bopp with him and gets to watch her jump excitedly into leaf piles. Her joy and silliness can be a little infectious sometimes, and he's grateful all over again for her presence.

After that, he grabs some food and heads home to stuff his face, intending to stay in for the rest of the day, but that doesn't happen. His status on the app is still set to available, and keeps asking him to go install an air conditioner in an apartment window. It's a quick, easy job so he declines it, only to keep having it pop up, so he ends up accepting it.

This turns out to be a mistake, because after he arrives, it becomes pretty clear that the middle-aged woman had kept canceling the job until Bucky was the one who accepted it. She's sauntering around the apartment in a flimsy robe and too much make-up, obviously angling for some sort of hook up, and Bucky feels so entirely awkward. Maybe there are people out there using ChoreWeasel app to hook up, but he isn't sure why. There are other apps for that, where she'd be more successful.

After he installs the air conditioner, he once again declines her offer of coffee or something sweet, and makes his leave. She follows him all the way down to the lobby and out onto the street, grabbing at Bucky's arm.

"Are you sure that you wouldn't like to stay?" She asks with a simpering pout that Bucky doesn't find attractive at all, but he doesn't really want to be rude. Okay, he mostly doesn't want to fuck up his very good rating on the app.

"No, ma'am, sorry," he says to her, watching her nose wrinkle in irritation at the word. "I have other jobs that I need to get to."

"I could pay you more than they could," she says, and Bucky lets out a startled cough, cheeks flushing a little as he gently pulls his arm away from her hand. "And we'd have more fun."

"Yeah, those aren't the kind of jobs that I do, ma'am," he says as he takes another step back, wanting badly to just turn and flee. "Have a nice night."

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[thewrongpath]

"Of course not. If you were going to put out, it would be because of my disarming good looks and effortless charm," Loki said, with a smirk of his own.

"Oh, come now. Your heart's just fine. Unless we're speaking metaphorically."

[semi_stable]

"Is that right?" Bucky huffs out a laugh, shaking his head in amusement as they walk. "Too bad you're otherwise occupied. I suppose we'll never know."

His tone is light and almost teasing, almost like he's a soldier giving another soldier shit over the boudoir photo tucked into a letter from home. Happy for them, sure, but a little jealous to not have a photo of their own.

"Let's not speak metaphorically about my heart," he continues, smirking over at Loki as they round a corner. "We don't have all day."

[thewrongpath]

Loki's steps faltered, his mouth turning downward into a nearly comical frown.

"Otherwise occupied?"

It's not how he would've described it, but it occurred to him that he and Sylvie hadn't actually spoken about the boundaries of their relationship. He couldn't help but be startled by the casual way the other man had defined something he and Sylvie continued to bumble their way through.

"Another day, then," he said, a bit distracted.

[semi_stable]

It isn't easy to catch Loki off guard, but Bucky seems to have done it and he wasn't even trying. He turns to look at Loki's befuddled expression and feels a strange twist of something in his own belly, something other than awkwardness, but that's all he can pin down.

"Oh, I just assumed," he says, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck, unsure of how to continue. It occurs to him that he has no idea of Loki knows that he and Sylvie slept together. He had assumed that maybe they talked about it on Valentine's Day after Bucky made his escape from the club, maybe even laughed about it, but that's probably his own self-consciousness talking. He has no idea how to do this shit anymore.

"Are you two not together?" Bucky asks, because now he finds himself curious about the situation, but then he shakes his head and holds up his metal hand, palm out. "Sorry, not my business."

[thewrongpath]

"No, it isn't that," he murmured, a bit of the bewilderment clearing from his expression. "Sylvie's her own woman. I don't seek to control how she spends her time when we're apart."

Bucky seemed uncomfortable with his own curiosity, but Loki pressed on.

"I can't, however, speak to how she feels about it all. We haven't discussed it."

[semi_stable]

"I'm being old-fashioned again, aren't I?" Bucky asks with a wry smile, ducking his head a bit. He keeps up with this modern world easily enough, he thinks, but there are times when he defaults back to how things were when he was young. He saw two people together, even two people as nuanced and complicated as Loki and Sylvie, and assumed they were going steady. It's kind of ridiculous now that he really thinks about it.

"As long as you're happy, right?" He shrugs his shoulders and slides his hands into his pockets. "That's all anybody wants."

That feels too revealing, so Bucky smirks at him and turns to keep walking, calling back over his shoulder. "As if she could ever be controlled."

[thewrongpath]

"Perhaps. I can't really speak to the ins and outs of mortal relationships," Loki admitted, returned Bucky's wry smile with one of his own.

"I suppose so," he agreed, with a quiet thoughtfulness many would have believed him incapable of. His smile softened again and he agreed, "I wouldn't presume to try."

[semi_stable]

The whole conversation makes Bucky feel a whirl of things that he can barely decipher, let alone process. It feels almost as if the knowledge has opened a door, but is that really true? Is he just conflating friendship with something else? It certainly wouldn’t be the first time that he’s done such a thing.

And if some door has been opened? Where does it lead, and to whom? He’s probably thinking too hard about something that may not require much thought at all.

“I wish I could say that mortal relationships were simpler,” Bucky finally says, glancing over at Loki as he puts his hands in his pockets. “But that hasn’t necessarily been my experience. Maybe when I was a kid, but a lot of things seemed simpler then.”

[thewrongpath]

"To be quite honest, I can't say much about relationships at all," he admitted, his smile faintly, uncharacteristically self-deprecating. "Mortal or not. And that is something of a misrepresentation. We're not immortal. We'll live quite a long time, but we do die. We will. Either by misadventure, or simply fading back into the cosmos."

His smile softened once again. "In all my years, I've learned that few things are simple. On the surface, perhaps, but not where it matters."

[semi_stable]

"So painfully or peacefully, just like us," Bucky muses, sighing deeply as he tips his head back to look at the sky. "If only we could all be lucky enough for the latter."

He's sure that he's going to die bloody someday. It isn't a matter of if, so much as when. Steve got peace, but maybe that's what he deserved.

"You're not wrong about that," he says as he lowers his head to find Loki smiling at him. It isn't his usual smile, sharp with a cynical sort of edge, but something softer. Bucky doesn't know what it means, but he finds himself returning it.

"Come on," he says, reaching out to clap his hand down onto Loki's shoulder. "Popcorn's on me."