was it like the old war movies? sit down son, let me fill you in. (text/action?)

[deadandred]

Figure there should be a wake of some kind for Howard Stark. It's at [insert location here] if anyone's interested.

[--And as he said, for those who are interested, Bucky Barnes can be found at the bar. Sure, Angela had grabbed him some of Kaylee's bathtub gin, and that was decent enough (for bathtub gin) -- almost like when he was a kid, if he stopped to think about it -- but Howard deserves a little more than that, he thinks. The man was a war hero, helped save him and Steve's lives more times than Bucky could count, and he was a friend. So he'll honor him the way he honored friends during the war. Because that's what this is, a different kind of war.]

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[thenormalsquint]

[He doesn't even need to personally ask her to show up. Angela's been trying her best to stay at his side since she let him drink his pain away. She only got to meet Howard once and he seemed like a good guy. And even if he wasn't, a death is a death. Howard was a person and any person on this ship deserves a respectful sending off.

So Angela shows up, not dressed in black, but her ship issued jumpsuit and it's muted colors. It's the closest thing she had to proper funeral wear, though this is the woman who one wore a miniskirt to one before. Fashion is the last thing on her mind anyway as she glances around and spots Bucky, making a beeline towards him where she's wrapping an arm around his in a silent sign of sympathy and compassion.]

[deadandred]

[He gives her a little nod when she moves close, lifts his glass in a small toast.] Hey there, gorgeous.

[thenormalsquint]

[Her hand immediately goes to rub his lower back because Angela knows sometimes a soft touch can mean so much.]

Hey, handsome. Holding up okay?

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[deadandred]

[Oh, he hasn't been here too long. Probably his third, if we're keeping a running count.]

Guess I am, yeah.

[thenormalsquint]

[Third still means it's early. The night is young. She'll keep an eye on him.]

Anything I can do for you?

[deadandred]

Keep me company, I guess?

[thenormalsquint]

[She shifts so she's now hugging him from behind, cheek resting against his shoulder blade.]

You never have to ask.

[deadandred]

Didn't think so, but it's still appreciated.

[thenormalsquint]

I wish I could do more.

[deadandred]

Not much ya can do, unless you can bring him back.

[thenormalsquint]

I would if I could.

[She's quiet for a moment.]

That's the part of my job I hate that I can't do.

[deadandred]

[He just -- shrugs a little.]

Well. It happens.

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[inebriety]

[He doesn't intend on going, it's not his father technically. Merely someone who shared a name. This is more for that other Tony and he knows better than to intrude.]

You knew him?

[His father certainly wouldn't have known them.]

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[deadandred]

Sure did. He was our weapons supplier during the war. Tinkered with all the toys we brought back from HYDRA.

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[inebriety]

You can add that to the differences. SI is only 40 years old, definitely wasn't around during the war.

[And Howard was way too young to have been involved in any weapons manufacturing back then.]

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[deadandred]

Not for us. Steve and I went to an expo back in '43 before I shipped out. Howard was there showin' off a flying car.

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[inebriety]

[How old was Howard even when he was born...]

He must have been a very fast mover then.

Did the car work?

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[deadandred]

[OLD. Sorry, bro. :c]

For about five seconds. It was still somethin', though.

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[inebriety]

[It's not like it's actually his dad anyway.]

Sounds like the level of quality to expect from his work.

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[deadandred]

Hey now. The man saved my life more'n a few times.

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[inebriety]

Still a vast different between good and great.

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[deadandred]

Guess so.

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[inebriety]

I won't take it personally if you'll insist on his work though. Familiarity is a comforting thing.

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[deadandred]

A gun is a gun, don't really mind who it comes from.

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[inebriety]

You sounded a little attached though.

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[deadandred]

Nah. Had guns before Howard came along.

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[ex_sorted385]

[ It takes her a while to get there, but Tosh does show up to claim that drink she and Bucky talked about earlier. She hasn't been sleeping, again, and it shows.

She orders a drink, and sits down in the darkest place she can find, to collect herself. ]

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[deadandred]

[He's been keeping a lookout for her arrival, and so he notices, when she orders that drink. But he won't bother her if she doesn't want to be, just yet. He knows they were close.]

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[ex_sorted385]

[ Once she realizes that Bucky is around, and has noticed her, Tosh smiles at him. Grabbing up the drink, she moves over to wherever he's placed himself, setting the glass down before just putting her arms around him wordlessly. ]

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[deadandred]

[Now, at least, is one of the rare times he'll hug back -- because honestly, both he and Tosh need it. Even if neither of them will admit to it.]

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[ex_sorted385]

[ After a few moments she pulls away, ducks her head to brush at her eyes and then looks up with an expression that tries hard to be a smile but fails. ]

I've never been to a wake before. What do we do?

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[deadandred]

....Well, drink, mostly. That's the way we did it during the war.

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[ex_sorted385]

That, I know how to do. [ And is more than willing, because passing out and not thinking for a while sounds great. ]

I'm so sorry, Bucky.

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[deadandred]

It's alright. At least I got the chance to get to know him more.