[ James Barnes has approximately 0 useful skills to contribute to this vessel. He isn't an engineer, he isn't a mechanic, there's nobody to fight and nothing to shoot (or to shoot it with) so he's been assigned the glamorous role of Space Janitor. It's not so bad, really, considering that's how he made enough cash to survive during his year and a half or so on the run (aside from stealing and odd jobs).
He's also not having weird semi consensual sex to keep his brains on straight, so. You know. Yay, space or whatever.
What this means for him right now is pushing around a Space Wheelbarrow gathering up Space Weeds that have been plucked from the Space Garden so he can shoot them out the Space Airlock.
Which, by the way, is actually a perk of the job. It's cathartic. He's a big airlock fan.
It also means he gets a backstage view of Stark trying to train a plant to eat plants by feeding it... presumably plants. After a while of this, amusement rising to an almost new height since he's been aboard, he dryly comments: ]
maintenance;
He's also not having weird semi consensual sex to keep his brains on straight, so. You know. Yay, space or whatever.
What this means for him right now is pushing around a Space Wheelbarrow gathering up Space Weeds that have been plucked from the Space Garden so he can shoot them out the Space Airlock.
Which, by the way, is actually a perk of the job. It's cathartic. He's a big airlock fan.
It also means he gets a backstage view of Stark trying to train a plant to eat plants by feeding it... presumably plants. After a while of this, amusement rising to an almost new height since he's been aboard, he dryly comments: ]
Maybe try offering it a finger.