-- 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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[yourbestguysgun]

[ He wants to start shouting, to rage against everything because he can't leave Steve behind and this isn't fair, this isn't, but there's a child crying in his arms and he can't do anything about it. ]

You jerk. [ They should have stayed where they were. ] Jesus, Steve.

[ But there are people lowering the lifeboat now and he can't say what needs to be said and he hates it. ]

[punchedhitler]

[Steve leans over the side of the ship and yells.]

Promise me you'll remember!

[Promise me you'll remember me.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Bucky just nods, feels like scaling the boat with his own damn hands, but he keeps the girl tight in his arms, and watches until the lifeboat hits the water and he can't anymore.

He can't cry, he can't scream, he can't do anything but try and soothe her. ] It's okay, it's okay, we'll be okay.

[punchedhitler]

[They'll be all right. Steve pries his hands off the cold metal of the railing.

There's ease, in knowing they'll be all right.]