-- 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' --."

☎ Call
☏ Text
✔ Voicemail

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

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[punchedhitler]

[He hands a sketchbook to Bucky and his back foot taps the door closed, holds it there to press a kiss to Bucky's forehead.]

You're right. We'll be fine.

I KNOW I'M GONNA CRY BY THE END OF THIS THREAD

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Relaxing a little bit. ]

Yeah, so no worrying.

/gently holds

[punchedhitler]

No worrying.

Here, your coat has better pockets for my sketchpad.

[on the inside. He tucks it in there]

asdfghjkl; the sketchbook, noooooo.

[yourbestguysgun]

I won't leave it anywhere this time.

WEEP

[punchedhitler]

I appreciate that. Considering you lost what, three of them in Paris?

[He's joking, see, this can't be that serious, but then there's another lurch]

MICI WHY ARE YOU STOMPING ON MY HEART.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Fingers curling into Steve's jacket for a moment, like he wants to steady himself and hold on. ]

Not my fault.

OUT OF LOVE. I HURT YOU BECAUSE I LOVE YOU

[punchedhitler]

[He can't help but hold onto Bucky at that moment]

Right, it was those French girls who distracted you.

/throws self to floor

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Smiling. ]

Uh huh. Sure. [ Then. ] We should - we should go and find out what's goin' on.

[punchedhitler]

[He takes a breath and nods]

Come on.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Letting go of his jacket with a smile. ]

[punchedhitler]

[There is madness on the decks, as people are trying to figure out what's going on. Steve leads them through to where people are congregating around the lifeboats]

Isn't this ship supposed to be unsinkable?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He sticks close to Steve, scanning the crush of bodies and it's --

madness. ] S'what the papers said, yeah.

[punchedhitler]

Then why is everyone-

[Steve gets jostled away from Bucky and he yelps and reaches for him]

[yourbestguysgun]

Hey, watch it.

[ Bucky pushes past whoever it was trying to get through to the lifeboats, ducks in under someone to reach for Steve. ] The fuck is going on?

[punchedhitler]

Bucky there are little kids here-

[Yes he's getting on him about language]

I think we're evacuating?

[But clearly it's first class women and children first.]

[yourbestguysgun]

It's probably just a precaution.

[ But there's that creaking sound coming from somewhere and he doesn't look so sure. ]

[punchedhitler]

We should help.

[He looks around]

You should go start to get people and help them here, I'll help people on the lifeboats.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Hesitating for a second before he nods. ]

Okay, but be careful.

[punchedhitler]

Always.

[He wants to press a kiss to Bucky's lips but he reaches and squeezes his hand, a tiny gesture that goes unseen in the throngs of people]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ The corner of his mouth lifts in a slow smile, before he's moving away, pushing through the throng of people to help find those who need his help. ]

[punchedhitler]

[It becomes clear soon that the ship is sinking, and Steve can't stop loading children and women and first class passengers onto the lifeboats. There was some mess at first, as people fought for a place, but now things are getting critical. This is the last lifeboat, Steve wants to leave and find Bucky now, but he can't stop, not now. He just hopes Bucky comes back before the ship goes under.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He's carrying a crying child by the time he comes back, tries to shush her as he walks, but it's no good. She can't find her mother and Bucky doesn't even know where to start only that he needs to get her off.

Catching sight of Steve brings relief though, sharp in his stomach. ] Hey.

[punchedhitler]

[He takes a huff of a breath in when he sees Bucky and reaches out for the little girl.]

Hey, sweetheart, hush, come on.

[He holds her close]

Are you okay?

[That's to Bucky.[

[yourbestguysgun]

I'm fine.

[ His gaze sweeps over Steve, worry finally breaking free on his face. ]

It's hell out here, Steve. People are just --. [ Gaze slipping to the girl. ] There's room in there for her, right?

[punchedhitler]

[It's the last one, there are still people fighting for a chance to get on, and Steve suddenly is struck by an idea.]

Bucky, Bucky, come here.

[He kneels and steadies the little girl on the tilted surface of the deck.]

Listen, sweetheart, you have to go with Uncle James, okay? He'll take care of you and help you find your mom, all right?

[Steve is absolutely irresistible to children.]