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He wasn't supposed to be out so soon during the aftermath of a storm, especially one that was as big as a hurricane. Especially not one of this magnitude. But his body, after the series of treatments containing nasty tasting potions as concocted by Erskine had worked, was strong and new to him, and he loved doing all the things that his weak and sick body couldn't do before.

One of those things were riding the still-strong waves in search of interesting human artifacts to bring back to the clan. There was always more floating around after a storm, especially the bigger pieces, from shipwrecks and things that humans have left carelessly unsecured on their ships when a storm hit. Now he's actually strong enough to bring the bigger pieces home and could go further than he could before. Some of the more interesting pieces he will keep for himself but other would be given to friends or traded for other things.

In the far distance under the sunshine that was starting to peak out from the clearing storm clouds, he spotted the glint of metal and started to swim towards it, eager to find out what his first find of the day would be.

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He sighed, resisting the urge to rub his forehead; it was clear that Steve was going to follow him around regardless and now that he had acted out against his masters, there was no turning back. His limited remembered experience with his own kind left him watching as the blond prepared to follow him into unknown danger without even considering or caring for the consequences. It was a loyalty that he couldn't say that he deserved and yet he was warming to the idea.

"I don't enter the water or interact with my own kind often," he agreed because he recognized the life of danger in the sea but didn't put much stock into it. He blinked much the same at the question, tilting his head to the side as he considered the question. That was... not something that he ever had to worry about. "Steve, I'm... well, to be honest, they don't exactly call me anything but 'Soldier', and I don't... remember the name my mother gave me."

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It was wrong that a mer would spend all his time on land or away from their own kind. Mers were all about clans and family after all and the sea was their home. To be cut off from both was horrifying to contemplate. This mer beside him...he was a strong one, stronger than him, to survive without both. And all without knowing his own name! While Steve liked exploring the world above the sea from time to time he had always had the comfort that his home and his clan was waiting for him.

He leaned in until there was less than two fingers width of distance between their faces, thinking of what he'd learned in this short period of time he'd known the dark haired mer in beside him. After a few minutes, a name slipped out from his mouth.

"Bucky. You feel like a 'Bucky' to me."

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Maybe he shouldn't allow Steve the honour of naming him, but they couldn't well walk around in human settlements without one either. If the blond was going to follow him, he thought that it might satisfy Steve some to have a name for him. He would simply have to remind himself from time to time to acknowledge it when the word sounded.

"Bucky?" He said the word to taste it on his tongue and then nodded his head. It had a nice ring to it, far better than the titles that he was called. This had feeling to it.

He leaned in to butt his forehead gently against Steve's in a sign of mer affection and then rose to his feet and stretched his arms above his head. It was time to head off and Steve probably needed some practice on those long legs as it was. "We shouldn't linger then."

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It had been as spur of the moment thing; Steve wasn't in the habit of naming people against their wishes, even if they couldn't remember their original. He's not entirely sure where the name came from, but it felt right, especially when Bucky tried it out for himself out loud. Names were important; they need to suit the owner or it'll feel wrong every time it left his mouth.

He smiled broadly as he returned the affectionate gesture, then clambered onto his long legs, a bit unsteady on his new feet as he got used to the sensation of having legs instead of fins and a tail. He took a few steps tentative steps around the other mer then turned suddenly to him, plucking at Bucky's pants curiously. "By the way, humans wear these things right? They're called...clothes? Don't I need some or I'll stand out too much?"

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Ah yes, the human tradition of covering themselves with cloth to hide their state of nudity. It was not much of a tradition in the mermaid world, mostly because of the drag of cloth in the water; it was heavy and made swimming difficult. However, Steve being nude meant that the blond would stand out more, so they would have to be rectified.

"Yes, we will have to get some clothing for you or it will attract unwanted attention. A pair of shoes will preserve your feet as well. There are a few coastal settlements we can acquire some temporarily." He nodded his head and began to pick his way off of the shoals to softer ground for Steve, pausing to make certain that the other mer could keep up before even considering heading off at any kind of pace.