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Having a moody assassin in his living room should not be a common thing. But it is.
(Just last week Pru made a visit and is not like he doesn't have Jason and Cass staying with him from time to time.)
Even if he is a dimensional travel assassin, that's not so weird at all. Because he knows perfectly well where he comes from. He doesn't remember anything about a "Winter Soldier" but is not like he could meet all the heroes when he was... Having dates with Jubilee.
(He totally forgot about his temporary multiverse girlfriend. And how when he kisses jubilee, count as cheating for Ariana...?
Back to the point.)
James Buchanan Barnes, aka Bucky, aka The Winter Soldier, was in his living room drinking a beer (even if the alcohol didn't work on him) meanwhile watching the news and just... Being there.
"Are you just gonna stare at me or what?" He frowns but doesn't says anything. "Or are you thinking about how to get rid of me?"
"You got me.”
"You know how to get rid of me?"
"The Justice League is an option."
"Steve said that he didn't like them."
"The situation wasn't the best. Fighting to the death to save your own dimension always makes everything awkward."
The other look at him just to laugh.
"You have a point there.”
"Who are you dating?"
The question is so random that makes him just stop typing.
"What kind of question is that?" Because they were working in a murder case.
"It's just a question."
"A question that had nothing to do with the case."
"Are you avoiding answering because you're dating someone or because you're just an asshole?”
“Or maybe because I want to just work?”
“Drake.”
“No, I'm not dating anyone. And yes, you know I'm an asshole.”
“Pff.” Jason intellectually says.
“Why?” He looks at the other out of the corner of his eyes.
“You had a shower.”
Now he is looking at him completely.
“Of course I had a shower. You know is a thing that we have to do, right? You do that, right?”
The other just growls and murmur something like asshole.
“It's just that... is weird that you do something normal and healthy when you're in your workaholic mood.”
“I'm not-”
“When was the last time you eat or drink something that wasn't coffee?”
He got me. He doesn't say that, of course, and Jason is still looking at him.
Jason raises his eyebrow, waiting.
“Fine, you got me. Happy, you dick?”
“Yes." Says, smiling. "So, why?”
“Why I decide to take a shower?”
“Yes.”
He shrugs. “For nothing special.”
“You sure?”
"Yes, Hood. Can we continue working?"
Jason looks at him again to nod.
"Fine. But like the no-big-brother that I am, I'm gonna annoy you until you tell me what is going on."
"Sure, whatever."
"Someone was here."
"Yeah, hello to you too. How was the vacation?"
"Hi."
"And it was my not-brother."
"Which one?"
"The only one that I don't hate right now but one that tried to kill me."
"The Red Hood, then."
"Good job, yes."