-- oh dear diary, we fell apart.

[yourbestguysgun]

"... What do you mean record a message? Ain't the whole point it bein' the other way round. Stupid piece o' --."

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[ ooc: action is also a-okay, if you know where to find him. :) ]

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[ Action ]

[latenightfondue]

[ Oh, look, Howard is standing outside of the apartment, knocking at the door and hugging a box full of beers. ]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ It opens, and Bucky's about to ask him what the hell he's doing here, but it's not like asking will make him go away, so he just shrugs and steps back from the door. ]

Don't steal my dog. [ It's the only greating you'll get, Howard. ]

[latenightfondue]

Just 'cause you put that out there don't mean I ain't gonna do it, Barney.

[ He kicks the door shut behind him, grabs two bottles out of the box after putting it down by the couch, and drops onto it. ] Get this down you, huh? Might loosen y'up.

[yourbestguysgun]

Don't call me that. [ He will drink your beer and beat you to death with the bottle. ]

The hell y'want me loosened up, anyhow? [ Side-eyeing you so hard, Stark. ]

[latenightfondue]

What y'gonna do to stop me? [ He's pushing his luck, but what else is new, making himself right at home on the couch. ]

'Cause if you're drunk, y'ain't gonna remember me dragging you off to the bedroom. [ It sounds like there's a 'duh' at the end. ]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Choking on his beer. ] Jesus Christ, get out of my apartment. [ He will fuck you up, Stark. ]

[latenightfondue]

[ Oh really?

Howard just grins and sups his beer, pats Crepe up onto his lap to give her a belly tickle. ] I brought over the beer, y'can't kick me out.

[yourbestguysgun]

I can. [ But very tentatively taking a sip again. He does not want beer in his lungs, okay? ] Why anyway?

[latenightfondue]

[ Shrugging around a mouthful. ] Y'saved my life, remember? Figured I owed you one. Ain't that how these things work? [ He sounds ridiculously unsure. ]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Shrug. ] Ain't nobody thanked me before, so I don't know. Anyway, I only did it 'cause Steve'd be pissed. [ Which is kind of a lie. He would have either way. ] So don't be getting all weepy on me.

[latenightfondue]

C'mon, Bucky Boy, y'don't go 'round saving people 'cause Cap wouldn't like it if you didn't. [ Smugly. ] Y'like me.

[yourbestguysgun]

Nope. [ Of course he doesn't, are you insane? ] He'd pout, he's got this whole puppy dog routine, didn't wanna deal with that.

[latenightfondue]

You're kidding, right? The guy does the puppy thing on every occasion, don't need nothing special. [ Petting the dog. ] Good to know he cares, though, huh?

[yourbestguysgun]

He likes everyone. [ Frowning. ]

[latenightfondue]

[ Standing Crepe up, letting her lick his face, he puts on a stupid voice. ] Think y'daddy over there's got a case the green eyed monster, huh, pup?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ ... ] You are such a jerk.

[latenightfondue]

Even that Tony fella thinks y'need to lay off being the body guard. Cap's a grown man, y'gotta let him do his thing.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Starks. >[ ] How about the pair o' you just mind your own fuckin' business, huh?

[latenightfondue]

Cap's technically one'a my creations, and I always make it my business to see my babies treated right. [ Which reminds him. ] Oh, and hey, so me and Tony were thinking the four'a us should get together, go out for drinks. Proper and everything.

[yourbestguysgun]

Steve is a fucking person, Stark. You're gonna talk about him like he's one, or I'm gonna put a bullet through your kneecaps.

[ And okay, taking another drink. Breathe, Bucky. ] Y'sure that's wise?

[latenightfondue]

Y'see what we're talking about here, right? Y'too possessive'a the fella.

[ Howard's got a look of something there. ] Think it's for the best, pal, everyone's gonna get something outta a boys night out.

[yourbestguysgun]

No, I just remember who he was before you and your guys got t'him, and I'm looking out for that kid, okay?

[ He would rather eat bullets. ]

[latenightfondue]

He ain't only got the one buddy, y'know? [ He sounds slightly defeated, guilt crawling out. ] Y'think I don't what kinda guy he is? That he's one in a million and all that? 'Cause I do.

[yourbestguysgun]

Then don't treat him like an experiment and we'll be just fine.

[latenightfondue]

Would you prefer it if I hugged him and held his hand, huh?