worthallthis | IC Inbox: In the Night

[ Happy holidays! There's a little box of homemade cookies for Bucky even though Midge doesn't celebrate Christmas. She figures the cheer will be needed. There's a note attached: ]

Soldier,
If you like these, I'll teach you the recipe.
Enjoy!
-Miriam

[The plan had been to come thank Midge for the cookies, maybe share one with her (they have two wrapped in a scrap of fabric in their coat pocket), but the candle light through the window on that menorah has them completely distracted. So when the Soldier knocks, and Midge opens, the first thing they say isn't "thank you" or even "hello" like they'd intended. Instead, looking a little wild-eyed, but in a good way rather than a frightened way, they blurt:]

What is that.

Chanel No 5. I've almost ran out of the bottle, so thank you for noticing. [ It's a joke--of course it's a joke (except she really is running out of the bottle) and her gaze follows his to the window. ]

Come in--you mean the Menorah?

[ She's already opening the wider door--she'd be a shitty hostess if she didn't--and holds her hand out so the other can give her his coat. ]

[They make a little face at her for the comedic but unnecessary deflection, but steps inside and immediately over to the table with the menorah for a closer look.]

Yes. Yes, that. I've seen that before. One candle a night?

[And you're supposed to say something. They can't fucking remember what it is, though, or why. The Soldier hasn't been as clear as they could have been with Midge about their memory problems, but it's probably going to come out now.]

For 8 whole days. You Jewish, Soldat?

[ Coat, please, Bucky: Midge is still holding her hand out expectantly. ]

[It takes them a moment to notice the outstretched hand, and that only out of the corner of their eye, but look at it in mild confusion. Nobody's actually asked for the Soldier's coat before.]

I. Maybe? I don't know. I don't remember.

[Javert had said the same thing. It's kind of upsetting, thinking about what must be something important, that they didn't even know about themselves. It seems like more of a thing than not remembering their name, since they don't really want that. Does that mean they want this?]

Coat, please.

[ Midge's voice is gentle, despite being slightly annoyed--not his fault he doesn't know social norms, it's that Midge's arms were getting tired. ]

You don't remember? Hmmm. Well, I need help with hanging something, maybe it'll log your brain. I don't suppose Mezuzahs ring a bell?

Oh-- sorry.

[So that's what the hand was for. Oops. The Soldier ducks their head sheepishly and takes off their coat, offering it. There's still a couple layers of shirt and jacket, but it's just the coat that's the problem, they're pretty sure.

The word isn't familiar enough, but maybe once they see the things.]

I'll help. If you tell me what to do. The dreidels didn't bring the memories back, but I knew how to play.

[Still looking kind of embarrassed, they add,]

I don't have a lot of memories from. Before the war.

IC Inbox: In the Night

Backdated to december 25th

Late in the "day" on the 25th

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