[Open with Closed prompts] We are all our hands and holders

[silberfuchs]

Who| Albert and various people
What| Doing various plotted things, and also an open prompt!
Where| Around the Tower and maybe in the city
When| Through this week, after the kid's arena (back or forward dated as desired, but not too far forward)
Warnings/Notes| Main post is a general open prompt, character specific prompts are in the comments.

With that awful and thankfully short children-only Arena behind them, Albert has focused on his physical therapy as much as possible. He's walking without a cane entirely now, working out again in the mornings - or rather, the afternoons. Jet still comes up the second the curfew is lifted and they fall asleep together for a few hours. He still feels on edge, like they're simply biding their time until the next Arena, and then the next, rats running the wheels. It's frustrating.

To keep that frustration to manageable levels he tries to find other things to occupy his mind, worthwhile goals. During curfew hours he spends time writing music again, a practice to re-hone his fine motor function with a pen but also calm his mind. During the unconfined hours of the day, in what little time he spends without his husband (or sometimes with Jet), Albert makes other plans with the friends and allies he's made here as well as potentially looking for new ones.

He can be found nearly anywhere around in the afternoon and evening, most often in the Training Center or at the piano in the lobby, testing the strings of notes and chords he'd written the night previous. If anyone wants to join him for training they're welcome to do so, and even if he does seem a little shy, he doesn't mind an audience to his playing either. He needs feedback, of course, or else how will he improve? And if someone has in mind to go out somewhere, or runs into him on the street while purchasing more paper or more raw ingredients for Bruce's habit of stress cooking throughout the night, then he'll usually be pleased to stop for a chat.

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[silberfuchs]

There's a change in the air, something more tense as Albert leaves off playing, letting quiet fall. He keeps his presence unobtrusive, not willing to potentially break the memory by leaving but not sure if he should be present for this. This feels more private, an unhappy thing shared by both parties.

He'll play again if asked, or leave if that's what's wanted, but it's up to Bucky.

[tookthewheel]

"They wiped me then."

He says it without much visible reaction, though the knowledge cuts, only curling his fingers into fists. It's not surprising but it still makes him angry inside, another add-on to the list of sins HYDRA committed against him.

"Did I ever hear it before?" his eyes flick to Albert, not a dismissal, just a reminder to himself the man was there. "In the war?"

[aboveangrybees]

Steve can't deny the conclusion Bucky comes to. Honestly, he hadn't been sure if Bucky had been wiped between or not, suspected it to a degree, but this at least confirms it for him.

"No, it's a bit after our time, we-" Steve pauses, seeming to struggle for a word, "-went down earlier that year. Songs from '44 or earlier would be more familiar."

He looks at Albert now, giving the man a nod. It's ultimately up to Bucky if either of them leave, but he wants to show his friend he doesn't at least mind his presence.

[silberfuchs]

"Should I try something else?" It's an unobtrusive question, murmured quietly in an effort not to disturb whatever mood has fallen over the area by the piano, not to ruin whatever connections Bucky seems to be making.

"I could try something more seasonable, perhaps a Christmas song?" A lot of the popular ones came out of the 30's and early 40's anyway, and the holidays tend to bring up happier memories for some.

He looks at Bucky, half expecting to see him shake his head and give up for how shaken the man appears.

[tookthewheel]

They went down earlier that year. Steve means they fell -- he fell, Steve crashed. Bucky was being shaped into a killer in the hands of HYDRA while his friend slept under the arctic ice, that's what he means.

It's a cold thought after the memory of killing the target in Steve's apartment and the knowledge that he had seen him, known him before that fight on the helicarrier. That he had seen Steve and they had probably wiped him because of that.

"I don't know." he replies to the question, head lowering, staring now at the floor between his feet. "I don't know."

There's no indication he's about to flip out or withdraw into himself in the wake of this discovery. Bucky only looks and feels lost, confronted again with the reality of his existence.

Something happier would be welcome right about now.

[aboveangrybees]

Steve feels his heart wrench for his best friend, ache for the man's hardships. How much would he be willing to give to make it all easier on him. But he knows these are struggles that Bucky will never really overcome with any real ease, that they are just the dark spots he has to feel his way through. Steve just hopes he can make them easier to navigate from time to time.

Shifting his gaze to Albert again, Steve gives the man a grateful look. "Yeah, I think that'd be good," he a nod to let him know it's okay. "Anything with some cheer." Something to take some weight off Bucky's mind.

He looks at his friend and puts his hand on Bucky's shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "You got a lot of good and bad memories locked up there, you just have to take them as they come."

[silberfuchs]

"Alright, give me a moment." Christmas songs are actually a little easier to call to memory, considering he would play them annually for his family when he was a boy, even before the war. His father had been a music teacher out of their home in Dresden before he was conscripted and he'd taught Albert as much as his own students. Even after his father died, Albert had continued the tradition of playing holiday songs for his mother when the time of year rolled around. So it wasn't the songs that he had trouble calling up, but the era which they were from, and perhaps what Americans of that era would know.

He settles on what he remembers of "White Christmas," knowing it's endured for some time and if Great Britain (his friend and teammate, not the country) had known it, then it's a safe bet that it was popular in most Allied countries.

[tookthewheel]

It feels easy for someone else to say that when they don't have a great gaping hole in their memory where their life should be. Bucky clenches his jaw, starts to shake his head but stills at Steve's hand on his shoulder.

He doesn't rightly understand how a simple gesture can do so much to steady him, though after the events of the last arena maybe he shouldn't be surprised. The part of him that held onto his bond with Steve Rogers through everything that was done to him is stronger than anything else. The tightness in his chest eases and he can think a little clearer, just in time to hear the notes of the new melody that Albert is playing on the piano.

This one too is half-familiar and the gentle uplifting pace of the music helps, "What's this?" he asks to the room in general, whichever of them would choose to answer. "I've heard it."