1964-04-18 - I mean, Bucky, Dig?
Summary: Kai corners the Captain on a mission to find out what happened to Bucky. *NOTE* This scene originally started on April 15 and is therefore out of order!
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steve kai 


One hears things when one takes an interest in the comings and goings of heroes. As a minor proto-hero himself, Kai's one of those people. His poking around brings him to the general area of the Baxter Building. The rest is a waiting game, hands shoved in his coat pockets as he walks around, keeping an eye out for a certain chiseled jaw. He is himself not a terribly impressive figure, though the blond curls and bright blue eyes are arguably memorable.

*

Steve is just exiting the building with his one hand in his pocket and the other holding a large art bag. He's wearing a simple t-shirt, brown jacket, blue jeans, and black boots and a pair of sunglasses over his eyes. He's still easily noticeable, however, and it seems more about shielding his eyes than it does as some sort of disguise. With the bag being too unwieldy for his motorcycle, Steve is going to need to take a taxi instead.

*

Kai spots Steve, and for all his determination, he's a little taken aback. This is Steve Rogers. The squarest yet most far out man on the planet. That fact almost stops Kai in his tracks, but the last image he has of James rattles him into motion, and he approaches with quick, decisive steps. "Excuse me," he says. He's English, not American. "I need to talk to you, man." The closer he gets, the shorter he realizes he is compared to Steve. What do they feed these blokes?

*

Steve looks down at Kai, surprised at first, slightly concerned at second, but relenting at third. A few months ago an assassin broke into his Brooklyn apartment, beat up his girlfriend, and nearly killed both Jack and Steve. Ever since then he's been a bit on edge as a normal response.

*

When Steve doesn't brush him off, Kai smiles. Steve Rogers. He's talking to Steve Rogers. The coolest square ever. "Thank you," he says. The smiles fades, then. The topic doesn't lend itself to good cheer. "We have a mutual friend, James. He went missing a week ago, and I've been looking for him. The last time we spoke, he said he was going to turn himself in to you. That he was tired."

*

"Bucky," Steve says in affirmation and nods a few times. "I have been hoping he might come to that." He sighs in a resigned way, almost defeated. "Hopefully there's some sort of pathway out there were this ends well. I think that's probably the right step. How do you know him?"

*

"We met at a bar," Kai says. Bucky? That gets a small reprise of his smile. One learns something new every day. "Then, let's see, he broke into my flat and pointed a gun in my face, broke in a second time and stole my, er, medication. But he gave me money for it later, and we started to hit it off. He's a remarkable man, but he's lost, Captain, and he's scared. He's horrified at what he's done, what little he can remember. Last time we were hanging out, man, he was so down, dig? I need to know he's okay."

*

Steve nods, "Well, it's a big decision. If and when he does turn himself in he stands to lose a lot. There's not really a great solution. Any idea who he is planning to turn himself in to?"

*

Kai swallows, and he scuffs his foot on the pavement. "Er, he was going to turn himself in to you, Captain. He didn't?" He chews his lip for a moment in thought, then nods firmly. "Right. I'm going to have to go find him. You've known him longer than I have; where do you think he'd go?"

*

"I don't know, really. And, no, he didn't come to me. We met once and I was going to try and bring the clout I had to help him, but that was the last I saw of him." He tilts his head, "I can look around…make sure he's safe."

*

"Oh, this is bad," he says. "This is very bad. The Ruskies are after him, you know. If they got him first…" He shakes his head, eyes wide. "They're going to be hard to fight. I'm going to need help." Because apparently giving up isn't on his to do list. He returns his focus from the middle distance to Steve. "But that's what you do, isn't it? Fight the bad guys? Go America, and all that?"

*

"Something like that, yeah," Steve says with a bit of a chuckle. "I wouldn't panic. I've gone months and months without contact from him, and all of the sudden he'll pop up. Usually it's from behind a submachine gun, but there's a good chance there's been no change."

*

Kai smiles a little at the chuckle, and he relaxes. Somee. There's a jittery vibe beneath the conversational calm. "He does like to pull guns on people," he says. He shoves his hands in his pockets, rocking on his heels. "He's gotten better," he says. "He can be saved, cool cat. I swear it. Just remember that when you find him. Whatever he does or says, he's just scared, you dig me? And tell me where he is when you do, because I'm chewing my nails here."

*

Steve nods, "Yeah….I dig. Look, I've known Buck a long time. Whatever happens he's going to be well taken care of. This is going to end up okay."

*

"Then call me," Kai says. He pats down his pocket and frowns. "How good are you at remembering numbers? And tell him to take care of himself, and eat, and… and stay warm. Anyway." He rattles off a number, and he gives Steve the hardest look he can. It's… still pretty squishy. He's just not build for intimidation. "I'll come looking if I don't know he's all right."

*

Steve gives Kai a look from behind his sunglasses as if to ask whether this kid is really threatening Captain America. Nevertheless he reaches for his pocket notebook where he keeps all his things he needs to remember—his memory isn't what it's used to. "Shoot," he says as he readies a pen.

*

Kai says the number slowly, just to make sure he's got it. Oh yes, he's threatening. He's just not very threatening. "My name is Kai," he adds. "Kai Alfsson, from Hell's Kitchen. Look, I know you'll always mean more to him than I ever will, but he's the closest friend I've got." From threatening to appealing to one's kindness.

*

"I'll call ya, man. Relax," Steve says as he finishes writing. He clicks the pen off and shoves it in his pocket and folds up the small notebook. "Kai. Pleasure. Steve."

*

Kai smiles, a touch nervous as it catches up with him that he threatened Captain effing America. He juts out a hand to shake as he says, "It's a pleasure, Steve." He's got a strong grip for a little guy, not that he's trying to crush bones or anything. "If I see him again, I'll tell him you're looking for him. I mean if there's anyone I have to trust when it comes down to it, you're, like, the guy."

*

Steve shakes Kai's hand and gives a nod, "I certainly hope so. I think those of us who are close to him just hope that he is safe." Pause. "We'll find him."

*

Kai nods. "Yes," he says. "We will. If there's anything I can do, I'll do it. You can't see someone want redemption that badly and not want to help. We've all got our brinks, dig me? We're all stepping back from something."

*

Steve can't help but laugh, "Yes, but not all of us are stepping back from assassinations and mind control." He tilts his head, considering. "Good to meet you, Kai Alfsson."

*

Kai laughs a little and says, "Some people just have to show off." He exhales, and tension he's been holding ebbs away, leaving him a perkier version of himself. "Well, I've got to get to work. Lame. I'll hear from you soon. It was groovy meeting you, man. Thanks for all the, you know, saving the world."

*

Steve's wide chuckle shows his white teeth, "You're welcome. Thanks for worrying about my friend." And from there Steve's got to get going on those errands too. He gives a final nod before heading out towards the street.

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