AJ dropped his spoon into his bowl of cereal with enough force to send milk and soggy corn flakes sloshing over the sides. "Wait, your real name is James?"
Bucky blinked. "Yes?" He cleared his throat. "Yes," he repeated. If there wasn't any force behind his words, what reason should the kid have to believe what he said?
Though really, why shouldn't he? For better or worse, Bucky was a public figure. He had his own Wikipedia page - ten thousand words long at that! All the kid needed was to do was hit up Google to find out this kind of stuff.
Sam looked up from his own breakfast, an eyebrow raised. "Weren't you paying attention at The Smithsonian?"
"It's not like he read any of the signs." Cass said.
"Young man!" Sam said. "You can't say those kind of things about your brother."
"So what am I supposed to do, lie?" He rolled his eyes, his gaze turning from his brother to uncle.
Sam hadn't raised his voice earlier, but Bucky had fought in enough wars to know a growing fight when he saw one.
"Hey," he said, holding his right arm out and upward across the table, palm out. "There are better things to fight over than me."
Sam snorted. "Wish you'd told Steve that."
"Maybe you need to see Raynor too, Sam. I think she'd be concerned if she knew you couldn't let the past go." He shook his head. What was he doing letting himself get dragged into this? "But that's hardly the point." He looked up, shooting the whole table a smile so wide that the sides of his cheeks ached. "No, AJ, my mother didn't name me after a deer. If you ever check my legal documents, you'll see me listed as 'James Buchanan Barnes'."
"James Buchanan?" AJ repeated, wide-eyed.
Sam looked straight at him. "It doesn't sound too different from Arnold Jeremiah to me."
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Fill: MCU - The Wilson Family & Bucky Barnes
Date: 2021-05-16 04:38 pm (UTC)Bucky blinked. "Yes?" He cleared his throat. "Yes," he repeated. If there wasn't any force behind his words, what reason should the kid have to believe what he said?
Though really, why shouldn't he? For better or worse, Bucky was a public figure. He had his own Wikipedia page - ten thousand words long at that! All the kid needed was to do was hit up Google to find out this kind of stuff.
Sam looked up from his own breakfast, an eyebrow raised. "Weren't you paying attention at The Smithsonian?"
"It's not like he read any of the signs." Cass said.
"Young man!" Sam said. "You can't say those kind of things about your brother."
"So what am I supposed to do, lie?" He rolled his eyes, his gaze turning from his brother to uncle.
Sam hadn't raised his voice earlier, but Bucky had fought in enough wars to know a growing fight when he saw one.
"Hey," he said, holding his right arm out and upward across the table, palm out. "There are better things to fight over than me."
Sam snorted. "Wish you'd told Steve that."
"Maybe you need to see Raynor too, Sam. I think she'd be concerned if she knew you couldn't let the past go." He shook his head. What was he doing letting himself get dragged into this? "But that's hardly the point." He looked up, shooting the whole table a smile so wide that the sides of his cheeks ached. "No, AJ, my mother didn't name me after a deer. If you ever check my legal documents, you'll see me listed as 'James Buchanan Barnes'."
"James Buchanan?" AJ repeated, wide-eyed.
Sam looked straight at him. "It doesn't sound too different from Arnold Jeremiah to me."