For once, Bucky has a good day
The call came in from Seattle, of all places. Steve and Sam had last had word of Bucky in West Texas somewhere; Puget Sound was a big jump off the grid.
"And just where was all this again?" Steve asked the pleasant-looking young woman in the Skype window.
"The aquarium," she said. "He stayed the whole day. He was so chatty and enthusiastic, we just thought he worked here, to mingle with the visitors."
Sam frowned. "Chatty? Are you sure?"
"Oh yes." She smiled. "Very charming, once he warmed up. I sat with him for about forty minutes in the tropical exhibit, just looking around at everything."
"He say anything to you? Anything that seemed out of place?"
"No." Their source shrugged and shook her head. "Said the belugas were really something else. Oh, and he narrated the otters for a couple of little kids. He could have handed his number out to everyone in the room." It may have been the light of the computer, but she seemed to blush and look very pleased with herself.
Steve sat back. "He's practicing."
Sam kept frowning. "For what?"
Steve allowed himself a smile. "Getting back in the world."