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[dawns-beauty]

I am suffering today, and also getting the wild hare to edit JK's New Gnisis Cornerclub mod with some custom Dunmer stuff.

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[pipemanagements]

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Understanding Vac Trucks: Vacuum trucks are specialized vehicles designed to suction and transport a wide array of materials, including liquids, sludges, slurries, and solids. They consist of a large storage tank, a powerful vacuum pump, suction hoses, and often feature high-pressure water systems for cleaning purposes. This unique combination of components enables vac trucks to tackle diverse tasks with remarkable efficiency and precision.

Applications Across Industries: The versatility of vac trucks lends themselves to a myriad of applications across various industries:

Construction: Vac trucks are instrumental in excavation projects for removing excess water, slurry, or debris from construction sites. They aid in trenching, potholing, and cleaning underground utilities with minimal disruption.

Oil and Gas: In the oil and gas industry, vac trucks play a vital role in the extraction process by removing drilling fluids, mud, and waste materials from well sites. They are also utilized for cleaning storage tanks and transporting hazardous materials safely.

Environmental Cleanup: Vac trucks are indispensable tools for environmental remediation efforts, including spills, waste disposal, and containment. Their ability to handle hazardous substances makes them essential in maintaining ecological balance and safeguarding public health.

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[teaboot]

My vet: So is Ollie going to be an indoor or outdoor cat?

Me: Indoor, but I will be taking him outside on leashed walks. No free-roaming, only supervised walks.

Vet: Okay, so we'll be giving him a preventative treatment for fleas and ticks, but he likely won't need a rabies vac-

Me: I would like him to have the rabies vaccine

Vet: Fantastic. And we also offer vaccinations for-

Me: Yes. We'll take all the vaccines that you have.

Vet: Well if he's not free-roaming, he'll likely never come in contact with-

Me: All the vaccines that you have

Vet: I mean we can do that but it'll be a six month plan, and it'll be a hassle for you to bring him in and pay for that many treatments, especially with how unlikely some of these diseases are

Me: My cousin was eaten by alligators, my uncle was almost taken out by a beaver, everyone in my family has been divorced once and married twice minimum over the past four generations, every family line I have has been kicked out of their country of origin, and my immediate family has experienced three divorces, four marriages, seven parents, three international moves, two missing persons incidents, two house fires, a tornado, two car collisions, one of which involved a semi truck that leveled the car, two sewage drain backfloods in two different houses, a wolf attack, two con artists, a pyramid scheme, two autoimmune diseases, three congenital deformities, one incident of bacterial meningitis, three medical quarantines, sepsis, and the sudden deaths and disappearances of eight dogs, thirteen cats, three guinea pigs, four consecutive sheep named Dorothy, thirty-two rabbits, a rooster, two ducks, four hamsters, nine fish, four cockateels, a parrot, a llama, and a bear

Me: We will take all the vaccines that you have

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[trivialbob]

This tonic with elderflower makes the best G & T. It is my end-of-the-weekend cocktail tonight.

Over the weekend Sheila and I took the trailer camping. In general I'm reasonably organized. This time I tried to go up a level. For example, we keep a broom and dustpan in the trailer. So I brought along a Dyson cordless vac. Getting the nooks and crannies really clear of sand and debris makes me all tingly inside. So it was awesome that I also brought the recharging cord.

Before we left home I also went through all the many drawers, cabinets, and cubbies in the trailer, looking for things we never use, so I could get rid of them.

When we got home today Sheila had to take care of something. With her out of my way I did laundry, washing all the campfire-smoke saturated sweatshirts AND the usual household hamper. It's now all clean, folded, and put away. This also gets me all tingly inside.

The trailer was still in front of our house while I had my laundry party. I took my long extension cord and ran it to the street... so I could power my Shop Vac and get the trailer even more clean. About a pound of dog hair also come out of from truck. We didn't even bring the dogs with us this weekend.

Later Sheila helped me put away the trailer where we store it nearby. I'm a little picky that it gets lined up in the middle of our space, so I don't crowd the people who park next to us. I like having someone watch as I maneuver. Scratching another trailer or truck would be a headache.

When Shiela said "it's good." I got out to look. It wasn't "Bob" good. I said I wanted to move the trailer a bit more to the right. When I backed in the second time I'm pretty sure she was surfing her phone as she uttered, "Yep, looks good, Bob, looks good."

[aroihkin]

Five years after my first and last use of the 'mah house tag', and I have bought a house. It's 1254 square feet above ground with a full basement under it, two functional fireplaces, and it's on a half acre of land with way more than that of forest behind it. Paved double wide driveway, one carport space, a utility shed, and an old busted up outbuilding I'll have to clear out at some point. Also it's on a fuckin culdesac, so it's damn near private.

One fireplace is in the living room, and the other is in the basement, both using the same chimney structure that runs up the center of the house. It has central heat too, so they're for lighting for chilling out with or for emergencies. The basement one especially, down there is like the ideal storm shelter.

The fact that I cope with shit by doing ridiculous amounts of research and website-scouring really fuckin paid off for me this time. The only way this place could be more perfect for me is if it had a garage, and on a half acre I suspect I can find the space to stick one in later. Same for a greenhouse/garden, etc. It's even situated and has an ideal roof for putting solar on eventually.

This is the whole reason I moved out to STL, and after all that's entailed it's finally paying off.

Oh and only the bedrooms have carpet, the rest of the place is hard flooring, including actual brand new hardwood through half of the upstairs. This is also good, dust is gross and it's easier to mop than to vac and occasionally deep-clean a carpet. Though even that would be easier in this place (and will be for the bedrooms) because it has a functioning central vacuum system.

It's intense, and honestly the fact that I have it all official and in writing, down payments and first month paid, and definitely mine, is still sinking in.

Now to move out of this shitty apartment by the end of the month. And in the summer, I can go get my shit out of storage in Cali and get it trucked over by a moving company, and unloaded into my house.

So anyway that's some of what I've been up to.

Edit: Also, 2 bathrooms, one has a shower and the other one has a big claw foot tub. Fucking ideal.

[sjsmith56]

The New Neighbour - Part 1, From There to Here - Bucky Barnes One Shots

Summary: A new neighbour takes over the parking stall of a single 30-something librarian while he moves in. Takes place just after FATWS. 1st person POV.

Length: 5.3K

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, named female character

Warnings: Bucky Barnes, misunderstanding, cursing, wrecked pizza.

Author notes: the original female character in this one shot will reappear in several parts of this collection. Apologies to those who prefer x readers or Y/N designations. I’m old school and I give my original female characters names and descriptions.

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The pickup truck filled with furniture parked in my parking stall wasn't the first sign that my lousy day was destined to continue into the evening. The day had started well enough. My alarm went off on time, the coffee maker didn't blow up, and I didn't burn the toast. Once I arrived at the Library all hell broke loose when a bathroom on the second floor experienced a burst pipe sending water out towards the book stacks. The water soaked the carpets and the Library manager had to call in a plumber to fix the pipe, then a cleanup team to wet vac most of the second floor while all of us staff that weren't working the circulation desk had to remove the bottom level of books in every stack to keep them away from the moisture. It was tedious work, especially since we couldn't kneel on the wet floor, for obvious reasons.

On the way home I stopped off at my favourite pizza place, ordered a loaded pizza then went to the liquor store a few doors down to get a six pack of beer to go with the pizza. As I got closer to the apartment building I could smell the tantalizing scents of the large pizza and began to think of how it would taste when I arrived home. My plan was to change into sweat pants and a T-shirt then relax on the couch and binge watch the latest season of The Mandalorian. It was all brought to a screeching halt when I saw the pickup truck backed into my parking stall, the one I paid a premium for so that I was close to the door.

I pulled up in front of it and got out of my car, staring at it with my hands on my hips. Two men came out of the door of the apartment building and approached the truck.

"Hey, this is my parking stall," I said to the closest one, a handsome and muscular black man. "Would you mind?"

"Uh, Buck," he said to the other man, a tall muscular man with dark hair and the bluest eyes I had ever seen. "We're in someone's parking spot."

He looked at me. "Sorry, this is where the manager told me to park," he said. "I have to get my stuff in."

"Well, it's my spot," I insisted. "I pay extra for it so that I don't have far to walk to the door. What unit are you in?"

"302," he said. "I'll go ask him where I'm supposed to park. You can park there until we're finished unloading and then I'll put the truck where it's supposed to be."

"Fine, do that," I snapped, thinking of my pizza getting colder. It also meant he was my next door neighbour. "I'll wait."

Exasperated he looked at the other guy and headed back into the apartment building in search of the building manager. The other man stood there, slightly embarrassed.

"Sorry about this," he said. "Seriously, the manager said we could park here. You don't happen to know where Buck's spot is do you?"

I pointed towards the far end of the parking lot. He winced and looked back at the door. A few minutes later the dark haired man, Buck, returned shaking his head.

"He's not in his suite," he said. "Listen, if you know where I'm supposed to park just park there for now and we'll try to get this done as soon as we can. I can even switch both vehicles once I'm done."

Shaking my head I restarted my car and backed up to the far end of the parking lot, putting my car into the spot marked 302. Grabbing my purse, the six pack and the pizza I closed the car door with my foot. Putting them on my hood I pressed the lock button on my car remote then gingerly picked up the pizza and beer to head to the door. It was closed, the door stop had come loose making it close. This was ridiculous. Balancing the pizza as best I could I tried to isolate the security door key so I could unlock it. Just as I inserted it into the lock the pizza box tilted, began to slide and I tried to grab it to no avail. It fell cover side down into the concrete step.

"Fuck!"

I swore a few more choice words and put the beer down to pick up the pizza box. Lifting the top my heart sank as the entire cheese layer was stuck on the lid. At that moment the two men came out, seeing the ruined pizza.

"I'm so sorry," said the blue eyed man. "I must have kicked the door stop on my way in. Let me make it up to you. We'll be done in 15 or 20 minutes. I'll order a new pizza, switch the truck and your car, and still owe you a favour."

"Don't bother," I replied. "I don't need your pity or any favours."

I entered the building before I said what I was really feeling and got into the elevator. Angry at the day, at the pizza, and especially at BUCK, I stomped down the hallway to my apartment and put everything on the floor to open my door. Just as I opened it the elevator dinged and the doors opened. My new neighbour and his friend came out carrying a big mattress ... king sized. Great, now he knew which apartment I lived in. With a grimace I picked my things up from the floor and backed into my place, slamming the door shut with my foot. Dropping everything on the counter I changed and came back out to the kitchen, peeled a slice of pizza off the inside of the lid, put it on a plate then into the microwave. I opened a beer and took a long drink of it. When the microwave beeped I pulled my pizza out and sprawled out on the couch. After a deep breath I took a bite of the pizza and began to chew. Immediately I spat it out. It tasted like cardboard. Looking closely I could see bits of the lid stuck to the pizza. Swearing again I went back to the kitchen, picked up the pizza box and tossed it into the garbage can. As I sat fuming I heard a timid knock on the door and looked out the security peephole. It was Buck. I opened the door and looked at him with all the disdain I could muster.

"Um, we're almost done and if you give me your car keys I'll move you back into your parking space," he said. "I'll also go pick up a pizza to replace the one I ruined. What's your choice?"

It was while he was looking at his hands that I noticed he was wearing leather gloves, finding it odd that he was wearing them in the middle of summer. He noticed me looking at them and looked briefly up at the ceiling before scratching his head.

"I have a metal hand and arm," he admitted. "It intimidates some people so I spare them by wearing the gloves. I know we got off on the wrong foot down there and I'm so sorry for the misunderstanding. Since we're neighbours please allow me to try and make it up to you."

"Okay, neighbour," I said a little more civilly after considering his words. "My name is June, and I prefer the loaded pizzas at Tony's Pizza, two blocks south on Versailles Avenue."

He took the glove off of his right hand and extended it to me. "Call me Bucky," he said. "It's a nickname."

As I shook his hand I couldn't believe how warm it was. It was also quite large but his handshake was firm without being overwhelming. We stood there for a moment not saying anything then he nodded, turned around and began walking to his apartment.

"You need my car keys," I reminded him and he returned sheepishly, taking them with a self deprecating grin.

Half an hour later there was another knock on the door and I opened it to Bucky standing there with three boxes of pizza. He gave me the top box and my keys then nodded and began to walk back to his apartment. Suddenly he turned around and looked back at me.

"If you don't want to eat alone you're welcome to join me and my friend, Sam," he said. "I got pizza for us as well. We're not ...."

He let the sentence hang in the air then nodded his head again and headed back to his door. Despite my misgivings there was something sweet about how he asked and I made an impulsive decision.

"Okay," I said. "I'll join you. Just let me grab my beer and door key."

A moment later I was walking into his apartment as he opened the door for me, waiting for me to enter ahead of him. His friend Sam, was unpacking a box of books and smiled at me as I came in. He stepped forward right away, extending his hand.

"Hi, I'm Sam," he said, waiting for me to answer.

"June," I replied, then shook his hand.

He grabbed a couple of boxes off of an armchair and offered it to me then pulled a large box in front of it to act as a table. At first I thought they were a couple but as I watched them both get plates, serviettes and beers I realized they were more likely friends that worked together. It was as if they each knew what the other was doing making their dynamic more of a partnership. They both sat on the couch, also using boxes as tables and opened their pizza boxes in front of them. Both of them took several big bites before drinking some of their beer. Bucky looked at his slice in appreciation.

"That takes me back," he said to Sam. "Just like they used to make in Brooklyn when I was young. I guess Tony's Pizza becomes my go to place."

"You're from Brooklyn?" I asked, trying to be polite.

"I was born in Indiana but my parents moved to Brooklyn in the 1920s after my Dad left the military and got a job in the shipyards. I grew up there."

"Wait, did you say 1920s?" I asked, wondering what this guy's issue was.

Sam began to smile. "She doesn't recognize you," he said to Bucky then he looked at me. "You don't recognize him?"

"Should I?" I was starting to get irritated again. "Who is he supposed to be?"

"Bucky Barnes," said Sam, to my blank look. "James Buchanan Barnes? Last of the Howling Commandos? The Winter Soldier? Partner to two Captain Americas?"

"Co-worker," said Bucky, "not partner. You and I are co-workers."

"Wait, you're Captain America?" I asked, staring intently at Sam. Then it hit me and I looked at both men as if seeing them for the first time. "Holy fuck. You are ... and you're ...."

Sam started to laugh. I should have been offended but I wasn't. I was eating pizza with Captain America and Bucky Barnes. Grabbing my beer I drank it and kept looking at them, still not quite believing it. How did I not recognize them? Bucky finished his first slice of pizza and looked critically at me.

"There aren't many girls your age named June," he stated.

"First of all, I'm not a girl." I bristled at the condescension. "I was named after my great grandmother. Perhaps you dated her. June Gladys Norton. She lived in the Bronx."

Sam snorted then tried to look innocent. "Don't mind him. He's still stuck in the 40s."

Bucky turned red but took a bite of his second piece. "All I meant was it's an uncommon name now. I liked it in the 1940s and I like it now. The fact you kept it means you don't go with the flow. You seem very confident."

"Well, thank you," I replied, mollified by the compliment. "I was born in June and my mother thought it was apt to honour my great grandmother at the same time. What's the Bucky for?"

"My middle name, Buchanan," he replied, curtly. "Why do you pay extra for the parking spot next to the door?"

I froze as it was a very personal matter, one that only the building manager, library manager, and a few of my closest friends knew, and one that I really didn't want to share with two strangers. Finishing my bite I put my slice of pizza back in the box and stood up.

"I need to go home. Nothing personal, I just can't ...."

Quickly I got out of there and went back to my apartment, as the panic began to rise up into my throat. It felt like I was choking and I suddenly flashed back to two years previously when I was mugged in the parking lot as I walked from the other end where I parked my car. The raspy voice telling me to give him my purse and car keys, then the feel of his hand on my throat as he decided I wasn't acting fast enough. That was followed by the fear when he took my purse and my car leaving me without the means to get into the building because they were in the purse.

Desperately I concentrated on my breathing, slowly in and slowly out. Gradually my heartbeat returned to normal and I felt calmer but now I had a piercing headache. Running a bath I stripped down and got in, hoping the warmth would help my blood vessels dilate and relieve the pain I was feeling in my head. The pain slowly eased and after drying off I got my pyjamas on and climbed into bed, hoping to sleep off any of the after effects.

It must have worked because I woke up a little earlier than normal the next morning. Stepping into the kitchen I started some coffee, put some bread in the toaster and opened the door to see if the newspaper had been dropped off yet. As I picked mine up I heard Bucky's door open. He stepped out and looked over at me with a worried look.

"Are you alright?" he asked. "I'm sorry if what I asked you brought out a panic attack. I've had a few and they're not fun to deal with."

"I'm fine, thank you. I'm a little embarrassed by it."

"I'm always available to talk," he said. "I've been in therapy and still talk to my therapist every once in a while when I get overwhelmed. You shouldn't be embarrassed or ashamed as it's obviously something that still affects you." He looked like he wanted to say more but changed his mind. With a quick nod he retreated back into his apartment. Looking at the paper in my hand I stepped back in. Grabbing my apartment keys I locked the door and went to Bucky's door, lightly knocking. He opened it almost immediately and ushered me in, gesturing to the kitchen table. He offered me a coffee and I took it gratefully.

"Where's Sam?" I asked.

"He's out for a run," said Bucky. "I'm faster than he is so I finished sooner."

"Two years ago, my parking stall was beside yours," I began. "I work at the Library and I was on until 9 o'clock. I met a friend for drinks after work and came home about 11 pm. As I walked across the parking lot towards the door a man accosted me and demanded my purse and car keys. He grabbed my neck when I didn't give them to him immediately. I have PTSD from it and walking across the parking lot triggers it, not so much in the day but definitely at night. Having the spot nearest the door means it only takes me a few seconds to get in. I get my keys ready as soon as I turn off my car and get inside where it's safe."

"I'm sorry," said Bucky. "That must have been so traumatic for you. Are you able to go out at night?"

"Not socially," I replied. "It's still hard when I'm assigned an evening shift but my manager is understanding so I only have to work one night every two weeks. I have to pay a premium to park there because the person who lives in the apartment it's assigned to demanded it. It's worth it to me. I'm sorry I flew off the handle at you. The manager is new and he might not be aware of the agreement. I assumed the old manager filled him in."

"Don't apologize," said Bucky. "Listen, I do go on missions but I have a lot of downtime. If you want I can wait for you if you ever want to go out with your friends. Just text me and I'll be waiting to make sure you get in okay. No one will mess with you if I'm there."

"That's nice of you, I'll keep it in mind," I replied, taking a sip of my coffee. I looked around and noticed nearly everything was put away. "You're already organized."

"I don't have a lot, books mostly," he said. "You'll probably see me at the Library. It's one of my favourite places."

"Why did you move to New Orleans?" I asked. "If it doesn't trigger you to tell me, I mean."

He smiled and for a moment I saw something wonderful flicker over his face, an extremely handsome one.

"I was living in Brooklyn, trying to fit in but I felt out of place," he said. "No one knew me and it's hard telling someone you're 106 calendar years old. Everything was different ... music, movies, television. I'm still not sure of half of what's on it. Women are different. I don't quite get pronouns. Don't get me wrong I'm not phobic about gays or people who are transitioning. It's their life, right? But it's ...."

"Overwhelming?"

"Yeah, that's pretty accurate," he said. "I just wanted the life I had before I went to war but it doesn't exist anymore. I lived with Sam for the past year; slept on his couch really but decided it was time for me to get back out on my own."

"Do you date?" I asked, hoping that he didn't.

"I tried but I was too self conscious and although when I was 21 or 22 would probably have loved to have a girl ... woman come on to me in a big way, it's off putting to me now," he said. "I guess I'm still old fashioned enough to want to be the man, do you know what I mean? I want to bring her flowers, open the doors for her, pull out her chair, get to know her first before we take it further. I'm an old man in a younger man's body."

He looked down at his coffee before drinking it and I could feel his confusion and hesitancy over how to negotiate the dating scene. Hell, I hadn't had an evening date since the attack and before that had only been out a handful of times in the previous year. I always put it down to being on the slightly plump side. I was still curvy but I definitely wasn't a waif. Several of my less than successful dates also said I wasn't deferential enough and was too opinionated for how I looked. They didn't say it in quite so nice words which often had me in tears once I got home. Briefly I looked up from my coffee and saw Bucky watching me. He smiled and looked away.

"If you ever want to hang out or go out for coffee we could always do it together," I offered. "I don't have a big social life. Hardly anything since the incident."

"A pretty girl ... sorry, bad habit, woman like you?" he shook his head. "Guys have to be crazy not to be lined up to take you out."

"Well, I'm not exactly considered desirable," I began and he interrupted.

"Like I said, guys have to be crazy. You're pretty, have a nice figure, and you're easy to talk to. You're definitely a strong woman. I would have asked you out in the 40s."

The security door buzzed at that moment and Bucky left the table to answer it. It was Sam, and Bucky buzzed him in then opened his apartment door. Sam came in moments later, all sweaty. His eyes lit up when he saw me and I gathered he had probably encouraged Bucky to talk to me.

"Nice to see you, June," he gasped slightly. "I don't know why I go running with this guy. He always leaves me in the dust then looks like he's just been out for a leisurely stroll after." He looked at Bucky. "We going back for the rest of your stuff this morning?"

"I think I'll leave the weapons in storage," he replied. "I don't like having them around the apartment. Makes people nervous. I wouldn't mind getting my motorcycle." He looked at me reassuringly. "I'm not a gun nut although I own a lot of them and knives as well. They're tools of my trade, Avenger tools. I keep them in the storage locker and grab what I need when we're called for a mission."

"Fair enough," said Sam. "I'll grab a shower now and a coffee after. You making me breakfast?"

Bucky grinned. "If June stays I can be talked into it."

Both men turned their attention to me. "Sure, maybe I should get changed out of my pyjamas first."

A blush formed on Bucky's face. "I didn't want to say anything but I'm guessing they're your comfort clothes."

"Something like that," I replied. "I won't be long."

It surprised me that Bucky got to the door first and opened it for me. He really did want to be the gentleman. It was touching that there was still gallantry in a man as it had been something lacking in the men I had dated. As I walked past him into the hallway I could smell his cologne. There was a touch of citrus in it but also some lavender and cedar. It was light and definitely suited him. As I turned to acknowledge him I noticed he was looking at my lips and I was suddenly self conscious. He sensed it and backed away.

"See you in a few minutes," he said softly.

With a nod I returned to my apartment and quickly washed my face and moisturized. I slid on my skinny jeans, then put a tunic on that came down to my hips. It had a v-neck and showed a touch of my cleavage. Then I put my hair in a low ponytail and put on a couple of drop earrings, turquoise ones that were one of my favourites. I only wore makeup for work and going out but I did put some lipstick on, a berry colour. When I returned to the apartment Sam opened the door and took in what I was wearing.

"Looking good, girl," he drawled. "Buck will like this."

Blushing I walked past him to see the table was all set for three. Bucky was at the stove and had already made pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs and toast. He worked fast to finish it off and put everything out at the table. After pouring everyone a fresh cup of coffee he sat down and gestured for me to serve myself. Sam served himself then Bucky took the rest. There was a lot of food on his plate.

"I need a lot of calories to function properly," he explained. "If you want more I'm happy to make it for you."

"I'm good, this is more than enough for me," I assured him.

Both men ate quickly and were finished well before I was even halfway done. Neither seemed bothered that I was still working my way through it. When Bucky asked if it was okay if he started cleaning up I gave him my blessing. He finished cleaning the pans just as I finished my last bite of toast. Knowing they had to get going I prepared to leave then I noticed Sam nodding in my direction. Bucky made a subtle face at him then cleared his throat.

"June, if you're not busy you're welcome to come with us," said Bucky. "It's a storage facility out near the air base. That's usually where we leave from for a mission. It's a nice drive."

If two muscular men had asked me that just a few days before I would have wondered what their game was. Were they trying to get me alone and isolated for whatever nefarious purposes they had in mind? Were they just being polite? Regardless I didn't get that feeling from either of them. In fact, it seemed like they genuinely wanted my company. Maybe Sam was being polite and from that gesture he made to Bucky it seemed like he was trying to encourage him to be more sociable with me. In fact, once he asked me Bucky looked away as if he didn't want to influence me one way or another.

"Is there room?"

"Sure, that front bench has enough room for three," replied Sam. "Come out for the drive. It will give you and Buck a chance to get better acquainted ... as neighbours."

"Sure, I'll just get my purse," I replied, surprised at myself.

Both men waited for me and when Sam took the wheel I realized the truck was his. On the drive out to the storage locker Bucky sat with his left arm resting behind my head on top of the truck seat. Our legs were touching and I noticed how muscular his legs were even through the denim of his jeans. I looked up to see him looking at me and he gave a shy grin before looking out the window. Sam had his phone hooked up to the radio, playing new R&B and old Motown. Bucky seemed to prefer the older stuff based on the tapping of his fingers behind my head.

"What do you normally listen to for music?" I asked him before speculating that he probably preferred 1940s music.

"Old stuff, from the war years, mostly, but I like a lot of Motown and some of the crooners from now like Tony Bennett, Michael Bublé, Diana Krall, people like that. You?"

"I like the singers you just named," I replied. "A lot of things really. My parents played a lot of music as we grew up."

Sam swerved to avoid hitting a garbage bag on the road and I was thrown into Bucky's side. His left arm came down to steady me and I had to admit I liked how it felt to have his arm around me. His face went pink and he put his arm back on the top of the seat then looked over my head to glare at Sam before looking out the front. We pulled up to the storage area and Bucky reminded Sam of the keypad code. The gate slid open and Sam drove to a row of storage doors, stopping midway. Fishing a key out of his pocket Bucky unlocked the lock and slid the door up. Under a tarpaulin was what I assume was his motorbike and I gasped when I saw it; a Harley Davidson FLSTF Fat Boy.

"This is the same motorcycle used in Terminator 2," I said, looking back at Bucky. "You've seen that movie, haven't you?"

"He has," laughed Sam. "It's kind of his nickname when I want to annoy him."

"It was in pieces at an estate sale," said Bucky, with a bit of edge to his voice. "I knew how to put it back together and the owner's widow gave me a deal to get it out of their garage."

"Well, it's a classic and I'm impressed you know how to maintain it," I said, excitedly. "Will you give me a ride some time?"

Sam looked away smirking and I realized what I had said. This time I turned red and left the storage locker to get my dignity back. Bucky wheeled it out while Sam pulled a couple of wide boards out of the back of the truck. Together they got it up onto the truck bed and strapped it in tight. Bucky went back in the storage locker while I sat on the tailgate. He brought several boxes out, putting them on the tailgate next to me, and opened them, saying he couldn't see well inside the locker. Inside were old pictures of Bucky and what I assumed were the Howling Commandos. He smiled briefly as he took them out then he showed me one of him during the war. His face was so young but the look on it was stern.

"That was shortly before I fell off the train," he said quietly. "We had an army photographer to document our missions and he took this picture of me after I looked at the zip line we needed to use to hit the train as it went by. I wasn't a big fan of heights."

"You zip lined onto a moving train?" I questioned. He nodded. "How come I never knew this about you?"

"Most of it was classified during the war," said Sam, looking over Bucky's shoulder. "Then when he was identified as the Winter Soldier a lot of the heroic stuff he did during the war got buried in the Army archives. Steve and I filed a Freedom of Information request for these to help Bucky's case once he broke away. They were finally approved during the Blip so Steve hung on to them for old time's sake."

"I'm going to leave them here," he said.

I put my hand on his arm. "Don't, I would like to see them and hear you explain about them."

"Why?" he asked.

"Because people would be interested. There's so much about you that isn't known and maybe it should be." He still didn't look convinced. "Okay, so maybe because I'm interested in knowing more about you. Yesterday I thought you were a jerk and today I think you have a story I would like to hear."

He smiled again and that glimpse of the handsome man appeared. "I will under one condition," he said, looking me in the eye. "You go out with me, to dinner, on a date."

"You want to go out with me on a date?"

I couldn't believe what he was saying. Me, the book worm who always seemed to be a last resort for the guys I had dated.

"I'm asking here," he said, his Brooklyn accent coming out strong. "Will you go to dinner with me?"

Sam said nothing but had a small satisfied smile on his face. I looked at him and he just raised his eyebrows and shrugged.

"Alright," I replied. "Dinner ... when?"

"Tomorrow night?" he asked. "Wear a dress." There was a pause. "Please. I like to see an attractive woman in a dress. We'll take an Uber."

Smiling, I nodded my head in agreement and Bucky returned the picture to the box, closing it up and putting it in the truck bed. He and Sam brought several other boxes out, securing them around the motorcycle. On the trip back our legs touched again. His arm was behind my head, extended along the top of the seat and he had a small satisfied smile for the entire trip back into town. So did I.

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Smokescreen handed the phase shifter to Ultra Magnus. He leaned forward and took off at a sprint. He weaved in and out of the recruits, many of which already warrior-class, blasting them with his blaster set to training. All of the ones that were shot immediately stopped and put their hands up. Smokescreen ended up on the other side of the field, looking about as he pointed his blaster in case he missed any.

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"Fear of friendly fire, sir." he stated.

"Well that's one reason!" Ultra Magnus shouted. "Any others?!" Again, he paused, and no reply came. He turned to Smokescreen. "Sergeant?!"

"One, it's difficult to use a blaster at close range! Two, I purposefully created a risk of friendly fire! Three, it's difficult to track targets with varying trajectory! Four, you were afraid!"

"Now, here's the tough part?!" Ultra Magnus asked, "How do you handle it?" He paused, and got no replies. He then turned to Smokescreen, "Sergeant?" he asked.

"When I was charging, you had a couple seconds to take me out. If I can reach your ranks, someone is going to die!"

"You knew he was coming!" Ultra Magnus stated. "You often have a split second to line up a shot. If you don't take it, you might not get another. What else could you do?" One of them raised their hand. "Yes?" Ultra Magnus asked.

"We can practice more against moving targets?!"

"Yes!" Ultra Magnus stated. "This is the Elite Guard. If you pass, you will be expected to keep yourself combat ready at all times. That means free time usually means training! There's a reason you are issued so much Energon!" He paused a moment to let it sink in. "Anything else?" he asked, and got no reply. He then turned to Smokescreen, "Sergeant?!"

"Once I get inside your formation, you lose any advantage that formation gave you! You can scatter! But, I might be doing this to get you to scatter! You need to train your instincts to be ready, to decide, and act, at a moment's notice!"

* * *

The cube van pulled into the parking lot. The driver climbed out and opened up the back. By this time Jack, Arcee, and Sirenia were there. The driver paused for a moment, "Well, that makes this part easier." He pulled a motorcycle over. Arcee picked it up and moved it into the garage. Next the driver pushed a large tool box full of shop tools. Sirenia picked it up and moved into the garage. Next a shop vac, which Jack picked up and moved into the shop. Arcee stood by the truck, and the driver was standing by a pallet with Energon cubes. "So, what do you want to do this this? Should I bring the pallet down?"

"Jack?" Arcee asked. Sirenia showed up next, but stood back from the truck.

Jack stuck his head into the truck. "We can carry them by hand." he simply stated.

Sirenia placed her hand on his shoulder, "Excuse me?" she asked, and he stepped back. Arcee reached in to grab a pair of the cubes. Arcee pulled them out of the truck as Sirenia reached in. Jack stepped up, and the drive pushed one of the cubes towards him. Jack tested it before picking it up, and was surprised by how easily he picked it up. He balanced it and moved to the garage. This continued for another round, and then another. Next came the food staples, and equipment, until they were done with the delivery.

* * *

June came home as Jackw as putting away the shop tools. She paused as she looked at the giant vaccuum. "What's this?" June asked.

"Shop vac?" Jack asked.

"You act as if it's the most boring thing in the world." June said excitedly. "Do you know how easy I could clean the house with this? Can I get it up the stairs?"

"I... could carry it for you?" Jack asked, and June gave him a determined by indecisive look. "The house was just cleaned." she stated, "Maybe I should wait until my days off." she said to herself, both eager and disappointed at the same time. Jack simply did not know what to say to her. "So, how did the day go?"

"Sirenia is busy reading every motorcycle repair manual." Arcee snarked. "This internet thing is bad for her."

"We'll see how much she learns." Jack stated.

"There's also videos!" Sirenia shouted from the back of the house.

"And how are you doing?" June asked Arcee, and she looked like she did not understand the question. "Well, I guess you got to spend your day with Jack... Let me get cleaned up, and then it's Arcee's turn to cook." This caused Arcee to quickly and attentedly look at her. "That's what I thought."

Jack slapped her ass, causing Arcee to quickly turned to look at him. "And now you got grease on my ass."

"If only we had a cure for that." Jack said, and she looked at him without recognition for a moment,

"Oh, right, the shower."

* * *

June, dressed in a blue housewife dress with white collar and polkadots. She tied an apron, and looked up at Arcee, "What?" Arcee asked.

"I just realized you don't have aprons."

"Hm?" Arcee asked, "Is that needed?" She then looked distant for a moment before refocusing, "Even if it's not, it would be nice to have one. Getting one my size might be a bit difficult."

* * *

The four sat around the table. "Why do Human cooking tools have to be so small?" Arcee complained.

"Yes, why do they?" Sirenia chided, and Arcee glared at her. Sirenia just smiled. Arcee's frown softened.

"I think she's starting to figure me out." Arcee voiced.

"You don't hate the world, as you so often say." Sirenia stated, "You just want to be alone with Jack."

"You can't really complain about that." Arcee stated.

"I'm not." Sirenia said with a smile, "I am forever thankful that I get to be a part of it." Arcee glared at her, "I get to be inside the walls."

"I mean, what's wrong with walls?" Arcee asked, "I did my time. I've never been that social, and the only reason I was social at all is that when you are fighting, if you are not together, you are dead."

"While I have never been a warrior, I can agree that there is nothing wrong with being by yourself. Which is why this internet is so amazing, is you can be alone and with others at the same time."

"You..." Arcee said, "You are with us all the time."

"With you." Sirenia said, and looked from her to Jack. Arcee looked at Jack and then gave Sirenia a confused look, "Wherever you two are, you are together." Arcee still gave her a confused look.

"Your walls?" June asked.

Arcee looked about nervously, reaching her hand towards Jack. Jack grabbed her hand in his own. "Nothing wrong with..." Arcee voiced.

"No, there isn't." June said. "You absolutely adore my son, and would literally kill or die for him." June paused for a moment, "Since you..." she said, and stopped herself from finishing it, "Is there a single thing he's asked you that you've said no to?"

Arcee's eyes went blank as she thought it over, "I honestly can't think of anything."

"You're even trying to cook for him." June continued.

"Trying?" Sirenia snickered.

"Oh, like you did any better?"

"I can accept the limitation of my feeble flesh." Sirenia theatrically replied, causing Arcee to Tsk.

"There's..." she barely voiced, "There's nothing wrong with wanting to... care for my Husband."

"I would do the same for her," Jack stated, "if she needed food, or clothes, or anything, really."

"We do have clothes coming." Arcee stated. "So, you got that part, done."

"He really doesn't understand what it's like to a woman." June stated.

"Of course not?" Jack asked, "I've learned to appreciate them."

"I've lived for longer than the Human race has existed." Arcee stated, "And I spent most of it fighting. In all that time, there's only one thing I want to do."

"Be with you." Sirenia swooned.

Jack squeezed Arcee's hand.

* * *

Arcee tried her best to wash the dishes. She eventually found she could press the plate between her thumb and index finger, as delicately as she can. She then put the washcloth on her other index finger, and used it to rub. It took time, and a lot of concentration to not break it, but she could, wash, most of the plate.

* * *

Arcee walked out the doors into the back. She saw Jack sitting under the overhang, and sat down next to him. She slipped over to cuddle up with her. "I'm a failure as a wife." she pouted.

"You are the first Cybertronians to try to do the dishes." Jack said to her.

"Is that supposed to cheer me up?" she asked.

"You literally do everything else." Jack said to her.

"But a Human wife could do the dishes." she uttered, and he sat up. He looked up at her face, and she turned until their eyes met. He moved in to kiss her on the lips.

"You do more for me than anyone that could do the dishes." Jack replied. "You act like I didn't know this when I married you." Arcee Tsked. "Did you think I was surprised when I found out you were three times my size?" Arcee grumbled without saying anything. "Hm?"

"Of course not." she replied, "Of course you knew we might have troubles. Of course my size cause problems."

"And I can't even breathe on your planet." Jack stated, "And need a variety of food that is not shelf stable, and not found on anything Cybertronian. Do you regret marrying me?"

"My entire life is..." she said, and stopped, and sighed.

"I'm the luckiest man in at least two planets." Jack said brightly.

Arceed Tsked. "What about Caminus?"

"We'll have to see about Caminus." Jack chided.

"Well, if you do find someone better on Caminus, I'm not letting you go."

"Until death do you part." Jack stated. "Legally, you are mine."

"So is my spark." Arcee added.

"And I'm yours." Jack added.

"And Sirenia's yours." Arcee chided.

"She - is an employee." Jack stated.

"Oh, she is so much more." Arcee replied.

"Okay, yes..." Jack added.

* * *

"Do they not know we can hear them?" Sirenia asked June.

"When Jack brought home a leather-clad biker babe, I was not expecting them to cutely hold each other's hand and take turns saying I love you."