[ micro will recognize bucky immediately, but frank's been literally living under rocks for decades. he's lucky he knows captain america, though he probably wouldn't even know if he were talking to him right now. there's also the presumption with most of the new arrivals that they aren't from his world at all. even if he'd been proven very, very wrong before. frank points micro out then, sitting at a table handing out literature to the newbies with a smile. ]
that's micro. i'm hotdog. [ he offers his hand to shake bucky's, nodding as they make eye contact. it's almost like the words are in his gaze thank you for your service. even if he'd hate hearing them himself; even if he'd never utter them aloud. there are some benefits to this place, he reminds himself. ]
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that's micro. i'm hotdog. [ he offers his hand to shake bucky's, nodding as they make eye contact. it's almost like the words are in his gaze thank you for your service. even if he'd hate hearing them himself; even if he'd never utter them aloud. there are some benefits to this place, he reminds himself. ]