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Who: Ronan Lynch, Richard Gansey, Drill Bit, Kick Ass, Spitfire, and Anvil.
What: Ronan and Gansey around town with their newly dreamed farm family.
Where: On route from The Barns to the library and back again, running some errands, here and there.
When: Today.
Warnings: Cursing. There is a goat named Kick Ass and Ronan has no mouth filter. Cuteness.

Feel free to tag Ronan or Gansey or both.

Ronan -

When it’s time to leave to meet Gansey Ronan gives the goats and calf a lecture about behaving, staying by his side, and not talking to strangers. He wouldn’t normally let them leave the property, but they’re still too young to be left alone. Especially Drill Bit. So he brings along the old wooden wagon with extra high sides for safety. Normally he uses it to hall cuttings and wood, various building supplies he would need around the property. Today he’s pulling along three small baby goats. Drill Bit, Kick Ass, and Spitfire. Anvil, the Highland calf, can handle the distance so she just follows along.

She cried when she realized she was being left behind so how could he not bring her along?

Every so often the goats jump out and run around, head butt things or people, make lots of noise, chase the calf, the calf chases them, and when they get tired they get scooped up and put back into the wagon.

They’re very excited to not be separated from Ronan and to be exploring. They can be seen making their way through town to the library.

Gansey -

While Ronan ran to get them some lunch for humans and possibly a snack for their four legged friends, Gansey sat outside the library with the wagon full of goats. Occasionally, one of them slips between the bars to trot off to visit whoever walks by. If any of them ranges too far away, Gansey lets out a whistle and they gambol back to them. All except one. The smallest goat, Drill Bit, always stays near Gansey. Usually her head rests in his lap so that he can scritch her ears. Anvil has better manners than her goat siblings, finding a quiet spot in the shade to watch for Ronan.

If anyone asks about the herd, Gansey will try to answer their questions, but Ronan’s the one with more farm knowledge. If anyone wants to pet a member of the menagerie, all will be happy to have the attention.

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Bucky does not have a hobby. What he does have is a lot of free time on his hands, so he's taken to wandering the streets, trying to get a feel for this strange place he's ended up. Which is what he's doing when he sees a cart. With goats. And a calf.

He stops, just stands there in the middle of the sidewalk, staring -- not at Ronan, not even at the beautiful, fluffy calf. But at the goats. He hadn't even really realized how much he missed the noisy, sassy, mischievous little devils that had been his charges in Wakanda.

Before he can even question the impulse, Bucky crosses the street to get a look at those goats. "Where did you find them?" he asks, almost breathless, eyes wide as one runs up and headbutts him in the calf. He hardly seems to notice, reaching down with his only hand to give the goat's neck a gentle scratch. "Hey there, big guy," he laughs the words out.

It wasn't every day that one ran into goats while doing errands before a work shift. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he'd seen a goat in person. Maybe when he was very young and his parents had still been alive. They'd used to take family trips, and he was pretty sure at least one of them had been to a farm or a petting zoo.

Still, it'd been a very long time, and the baby goat that had trotted up to nibble his shoelaces looked even smaller than he remembered goats being. Probably because it was, as previously mentioned, a baby.

Crouching down, he held his hand out to the goat--did goats sniff hands, or was that just cats? He wasn't sure. Looking up, he spotted the rest of the animals and Gansey, and offered a polite nod.

"Are all of these yours?" he asked.

Adam was still suspicious of almost everything and everyone. He'd even been suspicious of Gansey at first. Though could he really be blamed when there was something weird with time going on? He had to be careful about what he said, and sometimes what he did, but mostly the former. There was just a lot on his mind, and feeling like he was vaguely out of place on top of being kidnapped hadn't helped.

He was also still working on getting a feel for this place, which was how he ran into Ronan and the animals. Or rather, how he was minding his own business and ended up being headbutted in the leg by one of the goats. Looking up, he saw Ronan before crouching down to give the little goat some scritches.

"Hey," he said. "They're cute."

"In my dreams." Safe enough to answer honestly because most people wouldn't believe him even if he told them outright. Drill Bit cries to be let out of the wagon to join in the head butting, smaller than the other two baby goats, and gets so excited to just jump and kick and make a lot of noise.

"You like kids?" The kids seem to like the one armed goat lover.

"They're disobedient little shits." Said with all the love a dreamer has for his dreams. "Be careful Kick Ass will eat your clothes when you're not looking."

Ronan smiled his usual small, half crooked smile, but this one had more warmth behind it and was reserved for Adam, Gansey, and Noah. On his good days. Today was a good day and he couldn't lie to himself and say it had nothing to do with seeing Adam again.

Anvil sidled up to Adam and pushed her head under his hand, rubbing against his leg like she was trying to scratch an itch.

Honestly? It's not the weirdest thing Bucky has ever heard. He doesn't believe it, but he doesn't waste time questioning it, either. Instead, he laughs at the goats, petting them with a grin. "I do, yeah. I was a goatherd, back home. I kind of miss 'em," as if that weren't blatantly obvious by the way he'd come over the second he'd seen them. "I bet they get into all kinds of trouble, huh? Still easier to handle than the rhinos, though," he chuckled as he was headbutted again.

"Sounds like someone I know." By which he meant, someone he was talking to right now. Kick Ass, what a name for a little goat. This was what happened when Ronan was allowed to name things, he guessed. Somehow, he didn't doubt that this goat would grow up to be kick ass, though.

Looking up again, he smiled, and it had very little to do with the adorable cow now vying for his attention. He rubbed her head, perfectly content in this moment. Sometimes, he envied Ronan. This had been his life, growing up surrounded by animals and love. Spending the summer at the Barns had showed him how important everything was to Ronan, how it had shaped him. It was so vastly different than how Adam had grown up.

"How are they settling in?" The animals, but Ronan, too. He was already making this place a home, which was more than Adam had done so far.

It surprised him that his companion wandered off. Looking around, he sighed when he realized that she'd found someone to say hello to... and to graze on. "Drill Bit, leave his shoes alone." His tone was gentle, which was probably why she didn't really listen to his order.

He stood, making sure that Kick Ass - why had he let Ronan name the animals? - and Anvil were safe before trailing after the smallest of their pets. "They are. Mostly they're my friend, Ronan's." Figuratively and literally, but no one but Blue and Adam needed to know that. "He knows more about them than I do." Gansey's travels and research hadn't really covered caring for livestock, but he was learning. "I hope she isn't ruining your shoes."

"I don't mind if she is; shoes can be replaced." Especially if it was just the laces. The experience of being nibbled on by a baby goat, on the other hand? Priceless.

"The real question is, why would anyone name such an adorable creature Drill Bit." Not that it didn't somehow become cute when attached to said adorable creature, but still. "Also, don't worry," he added, with the hint of a smile, "I won't quiz you about goats."

Ronan raises a slightly curious eyebrow at the goatherder. it's definitely obvious by the way he gravitated to the goats and seemed completely delighted to be headbutted by them.

He was about to comment about the trouble the goats caused night and day, but the word rhino peaked his interest with both eyebrows and he needed to know if this guy was bullshitting him.

"You're a Rhino-herder too?"

"They wouldn't be mine if they weren't."

Although, eating furniture got a time out, Ronan was pretty relaxed about parenting three goats and a calf. They were babies. He couldn't get mad when they were just being baby goats.

"They sleep in the house for now. They're too young to be alone and they have to eat often. Drill Bit still needs the bottle."

He watched Adam for a long moment, thinking about that smile.

"You should come live at The Barns."

Smooth, Ronan.

Adam knew the animals were in good hands, at least, weird names aside. Ronan might have projected a prickly exterior, but like Gansey had told him once, he wasn't as tough as he acted. Besides that, he'd grown up on a farm.

Also that sure was a smooth segue. So smooth that for a moment the gears in Adam's brain screeched to a halt. Once upon a time, it'd been that the appeal of staying at the Barns had partly been because no one had asked him to stay. But that was before he'd decided he would literally drop out of Harvard and move to a college closer to Henrietta for Ronan.

"Should I?"

Ronan stared at Adam. "You should."

He couldn't tell him that he needed him and Gansey to be close when he'd been trying to avoid nightmares about disappearing through the boundary and never coming back.

It was something he thought Adam should choose to do for himself because Adam, as stubborn as he could be, knew what he wanted. Ronan was just telling him he thought he should, but the choice was left to Adam to decide. No one told Adam what to do and Ronan loved that about him.

"We don't have any beds, just mattresses on the floor and few crates for tables and things."

Spitfire raced around them both chasing Kick Ass and Drill Bit wedged herself between Ronan's legs while Anvil continued to rub against Adam.

Adam knew exactly what he wanted right now. Some of those things, he couldn't have, but the rest... The Barns was the closest thing he had to home here, too, but he hadn't wanted to ask. He hadn't wanted to make any assumptions when everything had been tossed in the air.

It was hard to imagine the Barns without everything that made it Ronan's home in it, but mattresses and crates reminded him of his place at the church. They could get furniture eventually, he was sure of it, and until then, it was the people that made a home, anyway.

Looking down at Anvil, he scritched her head. "I'll have to move my things over," he said. All he had was a trunk and some clothes, at least.

"Do you think there is another me?" Ronan asked, suddenly casual and internally screaming fucking happy. The way he'd felt when he'd given Gansey the dream Pig. The way he felt when he woke up and knew somewhere in the house was Gansey. Even if everything else was gone and he knew deep down the house and land weren't really The Barns, it felt like home because of Gansey.

And now it would feel even more like home with Adam.

"Or does me being here fuck everything else up back home? I wonder if Noah misses us." He picked up Drill Bit and put her back in the wagon. "I can help carry shit. Fuck. I miss my car."

"I don't know," he admitted. He'd tried not to think about it too hard, actually. There were a few options, though. Either there were two Ronans, or time was functioning like a circle. "If I remember things, that means they had to have happened, right? Which means...I don't know what that means." There were either two Ronans, or time was weird.

"Who?" He looked up from Anvil again, frowning a little. "I don't have much, at least," he added. It wouldn't take long to carry it from his apartment to the Barns. He hoped, anyway.

Shoes were replaceable, but he was trying to teach Drill Bit to have better manners. But since the shoes' owner didn't mind, he'd let her investigate the new person as long as the biting didn't become too extreme.

"Thank you for not testing my goat knowledge." Gansey wasn't even certain if they acted like real goats or if they acted like the dream equivalent of a goat. "Ronan likes unique names." Names that amused Gansey no matter how often he pretended to be annoyed by Ronan's choices. They made him feel less like Richard Gansey III and more like the boy who loved living in a warehouse that'd been mostly forgotten by a small town. He pointed at each of the goats in turn. "That's Spitfire. That's Kick Ass." Gansey imagined his mother's look of disapproval over that and smiled. "The calf is Anvil. I thought Anvil fit one of the goats better. I would have given her a softer name if it'd been my choice."

"Well, they certainly do have unique names," Athol agreed, amused. "Anvil doesn't seem like a fitting name for something so fluffy." Marshmallow, maybe, something like that. He'd never named a single living thing in his life though, so he couldn't really judge.

"I'm not sure I'd trust this person to name another human being, though." He was joking, mostly.

Ronan stared hard at Adam for a moment, searching his face for something. Noah. Noah Czerny. He didn't understand what it meant that Adam had to even ask 'who' when he mentioned Noah. His mind was chasing the idea, all the possibilities. One of those possibilities was that Adam wasn't Adam. Another was that something happened and Adam had forgotten Noah. he hated both possibilities so much he refused to even acknowledge the 'who' for now.

"Maybe this is a dream and you only exist in my head." He teased. "We can go get everything after we take these brats back to the house. We're on our way to pick up Gansey."

He started to reply, stopped, and studied Ronan for a moment. "Do you usually dream about me?" He knew his Ronan did, but this was a little different. It wasn't the first time Ronan had referred to him as a dream, either, but Adam didn't think he was anywhere near lovely enough to be one of his dreams.

"Just the young ones," he replied with a nod. "They're still in training so they're a little rowdier than the babies or the older ones, and I was the least likely to get killed if one of them tried to charge me." In retrospect, he might realize how weird that sounded, but he was too distracted by goats right now. "But even I get out of the way if one of the trained adults is armored up and pointed in my direction," he chuckled, rubbing the back of his new, headbutting friend. "I don't suppose you need help looking after these guys?"

Ronan studied Adam in return, his expression suddenly soft and guarded at the same time. He dreamed about Adam. Although he was careful not to dream about anyone he knew because he didn't have full control over his dreams. He also dreamed about Gansey. It was difficult sometimes not to dream about them.

His dreams ran as deep as his emotions and were just as complicated when he wasn't in full control of himself.

"I try not to. My head isn't the safest place to be."

Least likely to get killed?

Armored adult Rhino?

"We could use a goat sitter occasionally." Ronan's ice blue eyes were a little brighter when he spoke, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He was already imagining all the arguments from Adam and Gansey about why having a Rhino at The Barns was a bad idea. But he loved it. "I can't pay you. Yet. But we might be able to work something out."

The corners of Adam's mouth twitched into an almost smile. "I know." He'd been there before, but it hadn't been so bad. "You dream beautiful things too, though." Maybe Ronan wasn't at that point yet, but he had the potential for it, and Adam fully believed he would reach that potential.

Ronan held Adam's gaze far longer than he was usually comfortable with unless he was intimidating someone into pissing their pants. he looked down at the goats and reached out to pet Anvil. Yeah. Maybe he did dream some nice things. But they still took more effort than even the Pig because they were living creatures.

He took the creation of life very seriously, but he absolutely was not a God. A demon, maybe. With horrors in his head. It occurred to him that he hadn't been to church since they arrived here.

"I think he's calling you beautiful Kick Ass." He picked the goat up and put it in the wagon. "Come with us to pick up Gansey and we'll all go get you shit together. We can use the wagon and you can carry a goat."

Ronan was something else, that was what he was. Savagely handsome and a dreamer of beautiful creations. Sometimes, Adam still felt guilty about asking him to dream up the blackmail evidence against Greenmantle. It was vile compared to the things Ronan dreamed when he wasn't plagued by night horrors. But that both had and hadn't happened yet, and he pushed the memories aside.

"Every one of them is beautiful." Goats and cow alike. He nodded. "Okay." He'd gladly carry a goat for any reason, though he'd feel a little bad not carrying some of his belongings.

"Well, as long as you don't mind that my paying job comes first, I don't think I'll mind at all," he replied, chuckling as he went over to the cart, to give Drill Bit some much-craved attention. "I've just missed the furry little monsters, haven't I?" He laughed, turning his attention back to Ronan and offering his hand. "I'm James, by the way, but you can call me Bucky."

James was to Bucky the same way Richard was to Dick? Who the fuck came up with these names?

"Most people call me asshole, but you can call me Ronan." Where he came from shaking hands was for politicians and people kissing ass. He was neither and he didn't think Bucky was either one of those kind of people, just happy. But he still didn't shake his hand. "Bucky. Where do you work?"

He handed Bucky a goat snack instead of his hand so he wasn't a complete asshole about not shaking it.

Bucky snorted softly at the reply, but his smile didn't waiver, not even when he was handed the goat snack. "Nice to meet you, Ronan," he replied, and broke the goat snack into four pieces with his thumb, giving a little chunk to each of his new furry friends.

"I'm a barista up at the Starkbucks," he replies lightly. "It's not as hard as you'd think to do it one-handed. Hardest part of my day is getting my hair in this hipster bun." At least he'd been told it was a hipster bun. All he knew was it kept the hair out of his eyes.

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Ronan the Asshole? Is his infinity stone just a polished turd?