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[When he leaves Wakanda, Bucky doesn't quite know what to do with himself or where to go. He doesn't really know why he chooses London, of all places, but it's an easy place to lose himself in a crowd if he needs to. Anyone who's not looking close enough will just think he's another American tourist.

He needs to get himself a job that doesn't involve Hydra, but in order to do that he needs nicer clothes. It's a little difficult to manage that with one arm, though. T'Challa's scientists had offered him a replacement, but the idea of it made him uneasy.

He walks a tailor shop nearby that makes him feel horribly under-dressed, particularly with the baseball cap he's wearing, but then, that's sort of the point, isn't it? He hopes someone there can help him.]

[Eggsy was adjusting to life as a Kingsman agent just fine. There'd been hiccups here and there, nothing he couldn't handle though, but fuck if life weren't plain boring the last few months. He'd been put on tailor shop duty. Man the desk, they say, dust the racks and hang the ties and take new customers into the fitting rooms and take their measurements. All stuff he knew how to do, but each more boring than the last.

Until tall, broody, and gorgeous walks into the shop wearing a baseball cap and looking like he needed Eggsy in particular to help him out.]

So, what'll it be?

[Sure, he should slather on a posh accent, but he was good at reading people and this bloke looked like the sort who'd rather have a little less proper in his life. Maybe, if he was super lucky, the fella would let Eggsy fit him for a suit, and then come back to his after his shift was over. Dream big, Eggsy Unwin, that's what he always said.]

If you're lookin' for a new suit, fitting room three is open.

[Eggsy's instincts aren't wrong, and Bucky smiles at the accent. He seems a little out of place in a shop like this, but maybe that's what this place needs.]

I am, yeah. Something I can wear to an interview if I can get one. There's just a slight problem.

[He shrugs off his jacket and turns to face him fully.]

Think you can help me out? I lost my arm in combat.

[There's nothing wrong with getting a new suit to wear to an interview. It could also be worn more than once, which was a bonus. His eyes go wide in surprise but he manages to keep from saying anything.]

Course we can. Oh, I'm Gary Unwin, but call me Eggsy.

[He's had sensitivity training, but it's still a shock to see that the other man is missing his arm.]

Follow me, yeah? [Eggsy turns towards the fitting room, pulling his tape out of his pocket on the way. He opens the door, letting Bucky inside before closing.] So, you's a veteran or somethin'?

Stand over here.

[He reaches for Bucky's jacket, gesturing to the middle of the room.]

[Bucky follows, glancing around as he does. Part of it is curiosity, part of it is paranoia. Calculating ideal exit strategies. It's a look Eggsy might be able to recognize with his particular background.

Eggsy gets a faintly amused smile at that particular question, though, and he hands Eggsy his jacket, standing where he's instructed to stand.] Something like that, yeah. It's nice to meet you, Eggsy. I'm James.

[He wants to say Bucky, James feels like someone else's name. But it would be too much of a giveaway. After a moment of consideration, he also takes off his baseball cap.]

Should I tie my hair back?

[After hanging the jacket up, he circles Bucky, giving him a once over. It's professional, this time, purely calculating the best way to do this so that the customer is happy with the whole process. If picturing the man with his hat off, hair pulled back, is kind of arousing, well Eggsy's young and he just can't help himself.]

Nice to meet you too, James. Yeah, go ahead and tie it up.

[He grabs his tablet to keep track of the measurements, stepping up behind Bucky.]

So, two questions. First, you from the states? Second, I'm gonna have to touch you, yeah? Anythin' I should know before I start?

[Biologically, at least, he's only 29. But given everything he's been through, sex is not even something that's occurred to him yet, outside of Steve and Nat teasing him about his dating habits of the past.

He does tie up his hair though, fishing a rubber band out of his back pocket. There are still some loose strands hanging by his face.]

Yeah, I am. Brooklyn, specifically. [Which possibly explains his lack of interest in fancy accents.] Are you from London, or somewhere else around here?

[The question about touch makes him pause.] Touch is okay. Just don't surprise me with it or I might break your hand.

[He's not actually joking.]

[Eggsy wonders if he's being tested. Maybe Arthur and Merlin and whoever else decided that he needed to be secretly screened to see if he could handle himself in the fitting room with a beautiful man. It felt like a fucking test. Now all he could do was hope that this bloke, gorgeous as he was, didn't say or do anythin' flirty, because Eggsy would fail right then and there.

Unless they wanted him to seduce the 'client'. Eggsy sighs softly, stepping around to face Bucky.]

Born and raised right here. Well, not this neighborhood, but you get me, yeah?

[He lifts the tape and the tablet.]

I'm gonna start with your collar, work my way down. Just so you know what I'm doin'.

[He nods, watching him curiously.] I get you. How long have you been a tailor? I know a little about mending clothes, but only because I had to learn.

[He takes a calming breath when Eggsy explains what he's going to do.] Have at it. Just let me know if I need to remove anything else.

[You know, in case the fabric is in the way of getting a proper measurement or something.]

Not even a year yet, yeah?

[Eggsy couldn't have fixed his own clothes before Kingsman, so he gets that. He steps up, waving the tape before loosely draping it around Bucky's shoulders. He takes the measurement, notes it on the tablet with a tap of his fingers.]

Well, you can take off as much as you want. Just get comfortable.

You had me fooled. I had no idea you were new at this. [All he does is remove an extra shirt layer, revealing just a t-shirt underneath, which shows just how muscular he is. Have fun with those measurements, Eggsy.]

Figure it'll help you get a more precise measurement. I'm comfortable with anything, really. Or you know, nothing. Doesn't make a difference to me.

[He's really not even trying to flirt here, just being truthful. Nudity doesn't bother him in the slightest.]

[Eggsy fucking loves compliments. They warm him up and leave him feeling relaxed. The fact that this good looking vet is complimenting him only makes him feel relaxed and flirty.]

Hm, well looks like the shirt's tight enough that it won't mess with the measurements. Trousers, too, so you're good like this.

[Flirty Eggsy rolls his eyes at Professional Eggsy, because of course he'd rather the guy had to take more off. He smooths his hand across his shoulder, unrolling the tape as he goes, lingering only as long as he has to.]

So where was you posted?

[Bucky will give you compliments all day, Eggsy. He continues to watch him as he works, relaxing a little himself. He can't ever fully relax, having been a soldier for far too long.

He chuckles a little at the question, though.] Can't tell you. Classified information.

[There's amusement behind his eyes when he says that, like classified information is an inside joke.]

Course it is. Be disappointed if you told me, yeah?

[Eggsy's having more fun with this than he'd thought he would waking up today. He hated desk duty, it was boring, but handsome clients that he could try to persuade to go home with him, yeah, wasn't boring at all.]

So, if you can't tell me that, what can you tell me?

[His brows are raised, a soft smirk tossed up at Bucky from where Eggsy's dropped to his knees to measure his trousers.]

[They fall into a comfortable back and forth, Bucky only telling Eggsy as much as he feels comfortable telling him. Fluent in Russian, enjoys dancing (or he used to, anyway), a little old-fashioned when it comes to pop culture references. He doesn't particularly mind looking down at Eggsy either, or feeling his hands brush against his legs.

He still doesn't quite flirt, not exactly, but there's a curious sort of interest there that he can't hide.

When they get to the point of actually trying on a suit, Bucky's a little wary. He doesn't really know what he looks good in anymore, regardless of his missing arm, and is inspecting himself in the mirror when he stills.]

There's someone else in your shop, and they're not a customer.

[No one else would try to open the door that quietly, much less without asking if anyone's there, considering the empty desk.]

[He continues to listen for a moment, picking out the faint shuffle of footstep patterns.] Several someones. Stay here.

[Eggsy's enjoying the company, not minding the work in the least. It's kind of nice, getting to know the man. He's not like their normal clientele and he's glad for it.

He glances up sharply in surprise, immediately standing and moving towards the door. He hadn't heard them at first, but he hears them now. Eggsy tips his head to the side curiously, placing a hand on Bucky's shoulder before he can open the door and go.]

I'll go, yeah?

[Eggsy reaches for the knob, angling his body so that when he opens it he can look out without putting Bucky in the line of fire.]

[Bucky places his hand on Eggsy's shoulder, and murmurs low and quiet into his ear.] I may only have one arm, but trust me when I say can still protect you. I somehow doubt they train you for combat here.

Well, I suppose they'll have to brief you anyways when this is all over, but they do train for that.

[Eggsy figures with whatever danger that's just walked through their doors, the secret is out in the open now.]

So how about we protect each other, yeah? [And then maybe do a little more of the whispering and touching and all that.]

[Bucky raises an eyebrow; he'll be getting the whole story out of him when this is over no matter what anyone briefs him on. But he nods, then walks out the door with him.

It's Hydra, of course it is. They have no interest in anything or anyone in the store except Bucky, but he's not about to allow anyone to be collateral damage in this. He fights with a kind of reckless abandon that speaks to no sense of self-preservation, only completion of the mission, but also with the skill and creativity almost reminiscent of a Kingsman agent.

He works in tandem with Eggsy to ensure no one is hurt, and resists actually killing their attackers, but makes sure none of them will ever hurt anyone again.]

[Eggsy's a bit in awe of the way Bucky fights. Hard and reckless coupled with all the intensity and creativity that a Kingsman agent usually has. It's to the point it wants to be distracting, but instinct kicks in and Eggsy fights along side him. They take each one down, Eggsy less careful of whether he kills them or not, utilizing Bucky's skills to compliment his own as he works.

By the time the last one falls, Kingsman agents swarm inside, immediately beginning to incapacitate the attackers. Eggsy explains Bucky's involvement as soon as Arthur approaches, and then comes back to Bucky.]

So I'm guessin' you know this ain't some regular tailor shop. There's a room upstairs where I can brief you, yeah?

[Bucky's even more wary when the place is swarmed by agents, but he backs up Eggsy's explanation to the man in charge, and nods when Eggsy offers to brief him. He follows him quietly, waiting until they've shut the door until he says anything.]

I'm guessing you know I'm not a regular wounded vet, either.

[Eggsy shuts the door softly, glancing at Bucky. His build, the way he carries himself. As someone who had been in the military, and now works with a spy agency, he's surprised he hadn't pinpointed before that Bucky wasn't quite a typical vet. Probably too much checking him out.]

Nah, and I'm guessin' you know I'm not a tailor. Kingsman is a front. We're British Intelligence, for a simple way to explain it. Obviously we do make suits and we all take turns about the shop.

They won't make me find out where you got your trainin', as long as you ain't workin' for them now. As long as your visit wasn't business.

[Bucky nods, running through his memories to see if they ring a bell.]

You must be good at your jobs if I haven't even heard of you. But you'll find out about me once you start looking up the men downstairs, so I might as well tell you.

They were Hydra, and they were looking for me. Because I used to be the Winter Soldier, their favorite weapon. But the king of Wakanda had my brainwashing fixed, and I was trying to start a new life here.

[He gives Eggsy a small smile.] I really was trying to find a job.

[Eggsy nods as he listens, the voice of a Scot in his ear corroborating everything that he's hearing. It's not an agency that Kingsman has had a lot of interaction with, though they're aware of their presence.]

Well, Kingsman ain't in the business of forcin' retired soldiers to do anythin' they don't want.

[He taps the rim of his glasses, unfolding them and slipping them into his pocket.]

Kinda gotta keep tabs on ya for a bit, but that don't mean I gotta do it here. So wanna get outta here?

[Bucky's smile widens at the first statement, and there's a hint of warmth and gratitude in his eyes. Not being forced to do anything he doesn't want to do is the most important thing Eggsy could offer him.]

Please. I don't mind the company.

[He does glance at the glasses curiously, though.] I haven't seen that kind of technology yet. What does it do?

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