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For my Bucky
Apr. 17th, 2021 03:17 pmBrooklyn, New York is similar to Central City in many ways, but also not. One thing for sure it's enough of home to do as a new place to settle, but different enough to let him breathe easier. After fifteen years in prison for an arson charge that was ultimately ruled accidental during an appeal case, Mick was released from prison with time served and after a year of parole, a free man once more. He'd taken his savings which gave him just enough to buy the building on the edge of the rough part of town in Brooklyn. He turned the upstairs into an apartment and the downstairs into a bakery.
Then the blip happened and Mick found himself struggling in different ways but the community rallied and he managed to keep the business growing. Fast-forward to one year post return of those lost for five years and business is booming. He almost cannot believe his little bakery is doing so well. He's even had to hire help. He's got several teenagers working the afternoon shifts so he can prep for the following morning, he's got a couple cake decorators working now. He's got someone doing his accounting and saving him money in supplies and logistics. He's got another set of hands helping with the baking. It's more than he could ever have hoped for.
It's mid-morning on a Tuesday when he meets Bucky Barnes. Of course, Mick has no idea who the rather fetching brunette gentleman is. He doesn't watch the news if he can avoid it and he has no interest in current events. He's happy in his bakery bubble.
He's helping a driver unload some fresh produce when he sees him walking down the sidewalk, hands in his pockets. Instantly he reminds Mick of an old friend. The look on his face, like he's lost in more ways than one strikes a chord inside of him. He dusts off his hands and calls out to the kid.
"Hey! Hate to bother ya, think you can lend a hand a moment? I need help getting these crates inside before the rain starts falling. I'll pay ya in whatever ya want out of the bake case."
Then the blip happened and Mick found himself struggling in different ways but the community rallied and he managed to keep the business growing. Fast-forward to one year post return of those lost for five years and business is booming. He almost cannot believe his little bakery is doing so well. He's even had to hire help. He's got several teenagers working the afternoon shifts so he can prep for the following morning, he's got a couple cake decorators working now. He's got someone doing his accounting and saving him money in supplies and logistics. He's got another set of hands helping with the baking. It's more than he could ever have hoped for.
It's mid-morning on a Tuesday when he meets Bucky Barnes. Of course, Mick has no idea who the rather fetching brunette gentleman is. He doesn't watch the news if he can avoid it and he has no interest in current events. He's happy in his bakery bubble.
He's helping a driver unload some fresh produce when he sees him walking down the sidewalk, hands in his pockets. Instantly he reminds Mick of an old friend. The look on his face, like he's lost in more ways than one strikes a chord inside of him. He dusts off his hands and calls out to the kid.
"Hey! Hate to bother ya, think you can lend a hand a moment? I need help getting these crates inside before the rain starts falling. I'll pay ya in whatever ya want out of the bake case."
