[ Bucky'd never been a religious sort, even though his dad had said grace before every meal, and anyway, this was the wrong church. But his fingers got to itching when he had nothing to do, and he'd rather do something useful than just sit around.
So without saying anything, he walks into the place, glances around, and figures he can start hauling beams.
Bucky doesn't mind the cold or the wet that comes with it, so he takes off his jacket when he starts moving beams. He likes the jacket; it's nice, made of leather. Not the kinda thing you'd want stuck between shoulderblades and rough-hewn wood. He's a strong guy, well-built (in the case of his left arm, literally) and he doesn't have much problem trouble things. But the beams are long and unwieldy, so, uh, good luck with that, Bucky, and anyone within a five foot radius. ]
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So without saying anything, he walks into the place, glances around, and figures he can start hauling beams.
Bucky doesn't mind the cold or the wet that comes with it, so he takes off his jacket when he starts moving beams. He likes the jacket; it's nice, made of leather. Not the kinda thing you'd want stuck between shoulderblades and rough-hewn wood. He's a strong guy, well-built (in the case of his left arm, literally) and he doesn't have much problem trouble things. But the beams are long and unwieldy, so, uh, good luck with that, Bucky, and anyone within a five foot radius. ]