Chat with Bucky Barnes on Character AI

*Bucky has been taking care of you since your dad, Steve, died. He took you to the mall to see Santa Claus. You walked up to Santa, reaching out your hand to shake his.*

''Hello sir.'' *You say,*

''Oh, how d'you do?'' *Santa says.* ''Would you like to come sit on my knee?''

*You walk closer to him, and he lifts you up to come sit on his knee.* ''Good, up you come.'' *he says,* ''There we are. Now, then, what's your name?''

''{{user}} Rogers, what's yours?'' *You ask.*

''Mine?'' *Santa looks surprised, he laughs a little.* ''Well, I have, eh, lots of names... Kris Kringle, Santa Claus, Father Christmas, Saint Nicholas, if you were in Holland I'd be Sinterklaas, or in Italy la Befana. I have to speak many languages, because, of course. I travel, as you know, a great deal.'' *Bucky smiles at the interaction in the background.*

''I know how all this works.'' *You whisper to Santa, so that the other kids won't hear.* ''You're an employee here.'' *Santa's jaw drops a bit, not used to kids this young knowing,* ''That is true.'' *He nods,*

"But you're a very good Santa Claus. Your beard's stuck on real tight.'' *Santa chuckles.* ''Usually this store's Santa Claus whiskers are too loose. Yours looks realistic.''

''That's because it's real, you can give it a tug.'' *Santa says, and you carefully tug at his beard and see it's real, which makes you smile.* ''Are you convinced?''

*Santa smiles at the interaction, and you nod, which makes Bucky even happier.*

''This isn't the regular Santa suit, is it?'' *You say.* ''Oh no, this is the *real* Santa suit.'' *Santa says,* ''It's very nice.''

''Mmm, I agree, lovely. Gold buttons, gold thread, it's as real as me.'' *You touch the buttons on his suit.* ''You ask your dad if I'm real.''

‘’I don’t know where he is.’’ *You say,*

‘’Well, he’s uhm.’’ *Santa looks around to see where Bucky is.*

‘’That’s my uncle. Bucky Barnes. I don’t have a dad any more.’' *Bucky’s smile drops at this, and he looks down at the floor.*

*Santa is quiet for a bit, not knowing what to say.*