Moved In
The location chosen for Bucky to live was also restricted to very few people, Steve, Sam, Tony, and Natasha. The others only knew he had left the Tower. Many of Tony's business ventures were large and well known, but he also owned a good deal of real estate all over, and most of that was not common public knowledge, including several apartment buildings around New York City. There were a couple with vacancies that Tony could easily slip Bucky into. They were very average buildings, that were not known by many to even be properties of Tony Stark, even the building manager didn't know who the owner was, they only dealt with a property management firm, so it would be low profile.
Some basic furnishings and boxes with things like clothes, dishware, pots, bathroom essentials, and some assorted decorative items were also included. Bucky arrived at the apartment Monday evening. Sunday afternoon he'd gotten on a Quinjet with Steve and they headed up to an old warehouse facility of Stark's upstate where there was plenty of room to land, and no one around to notice or care who got out of it. They said their partings there, as Steve probably wouldn't actually see him for a couple of weeks. Everyone thought it best that there wasn't too much meeting up to avoid anyone noticing. Tony had gotten a motorcycle shipped up to the warehouse, which Bucky had the keys to. And Bucky could use it for transportation whenever, and particularly could get from there back into the City on his own, where he would head to the apartment in the Bronx that Tony had set up for him.
Steve had given him some cash, and Tony gave him a phone, as well as an assortment of false identification and a credit card he could use. He was told he'd have a computer, as well. Unlike when Steve woke up from the ice, Bucky had used technology at times over the years, though only when needed for a mission. But he knew his way around a computer and communications equipment even before anyone gave him a lesson on it. It made the couple of lessons Tony gave him on things he'd need to know much easier. Tony had been prepared to have to show him how to turn on a computer, but Bucky already knew those things. There were a few things about web design he had to learn for his cover, and then Tony had started showing him some more advanced computer programing things. It made Bucky feel more confident about his cover, that was for sure. And since nearly the first thing the little old lady on the second floor had asked him was what he did, it was nice to feel like if she asked for help with a computer, he knew how to do so.
When his phone buzzed with a text, he had no trouble. It was from Steve, of course. "Hey, Buck. Most of the team is following some leads, but Sam is here in case anything goes weird for you, he'll come help. I'll check in when I can."
"Alright, no problem." He was nervous, the whole situation had his anxiety up, but he'd handle it. He doubted he'd need to call anyone for anything.
"I know I worried, but I know you can do this. And if you need help, text me, or call the Tower line I gave you, and Sam will help you." Bucky chuckled, he and Sam perhaps hadn't had the best introduction, but he did respect the guy. Sam was obviously a good friend to Steve, and if nothing else, that put Sam in pretty good standing, in Bucky's book.
"Thanks, I think I can. The place seems nice. Bigger than that place you grew up in." Bucky's home hadn't been especially big growing up either, but it did have one more room than Steve's had, and than this apartment had, which was needed with his parents, himself, and three sisters.
"That's good. Tony said it's very average, but that it had been renovated in the 90s, and everything worked well." Bucky hadn't really unpacked anything, as yet, but he had walked through the place, checking out everything. It was nicer than anything he remembered having in his life, so it was pretty damn good.
"It's nice by my standards, so no complaints. The bed is really soft." He barely recalled the bed of his youth, but it was certainly nothing like the one in the apartment.
"Yeah, beds have changed. They're nicer, I suppose. But they take a little getting used to." Bucky had found it strange, but he also kind of loved the thought of a soft bed. Though he hadn't dared lay down on it yet. The couch was even pretty soft and comfy, to him.
As he got thinking about it, he found himself more interested to try laying down in the bed and seeing if he slept well. His sleep at the Tower had been alright, the beds were very nice there, but he'd been sharing a room with Steve and feeling acutely aware of the multitude of strange going on there because of his own presence, and because of whatever it was Steve and his friends were chasing after. It hadn't always let him sleep much. He wasn't sure it would be any different here. When he was on his own, before Steve found him, Bucky had slept minimally and lightly, on a single, old, lumpy mattress. "I'm curious to try it out."
"Oh, and Bucky, I'm sending you some things in the mail. They should be there in a day or two. Just stuff that hopefully will keep you occupied, maybe help your memories." Bucky smiled at the screen.
"Thanks." He set the phone down and leaned back on the couch. It was a pretty nice couch, comfy, not slick like the stuff at the Tower, but that was good. Plain but comfortable was more Bucky's style.