-- 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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[yourbestguysgun]

[ Look at this giddy boy face. ]

Yeah, he's been talkin' to me about sniper stuff, I reckon he ain't so bad.

[punchedhitler]

[A grin!]

Does that mean you're at a truce?

[He takes a big bite from his sandwich.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Pausing. ]

Maybe. But I'm only in it for the weapons, not 'cause I like him or nothing.

[punchedhitler]

That seems like a good enough reason to truce to me.

[He says after he chews and swallows.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Yeah, Bucky's not so polite. With his mouth full. ]

This is a good sandwich.

[punchedhitler]

[He just snorts.]

I brought home something else.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He's busy eating so he just raises an eyebrow in universal do tell, Steve speak. ]

[punchedhitler]

[From the bag he pulls out a large mason jar.]

It's a swear jar.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ NO FUCK YOU, NOW HE'S CHOKING. ]

Oh my god, you asshole.

[punchedhitler]

[His hand claps on Bucky's back, but he doesn't seem undeterred]

That's one orange, Bucky.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Glowering. At him. So hard. ]

What part of me bein' a goddamn grown man are you missing here?

[ Probably it's overshadowed by how much of a baby he is sometimes. ]

[punchedhitler]

[Undeterred]

If you weren't a grown man, I would spank you. Or wash your mouth out with soap.

[yourbestguysgun]

So you curse jar me? Really?

[ Folding his arms. ] What if I don't wanna play?

[punchedhitler]

[Folds his arms back]

I think I can out-stubborn you, Barnes.

/cackling

[yourbestguysgun]

[ sdfghjkl;' ]

Why should I?

8D

[punchedhitler]

Because you like me.

[Grin]

[yourbestguysgun]

Not that much.

[ You are a meanie. ]

[punchedhitler]

I won't charge you while we're...well.

[You know. Having sex.]

[yourbestguysgun]

You tricked me.

[ Accusing poke in the chest. ] With sandwiches and Steve time. You can't do that.

[punchedhitler]

I'm Captain America, I can do whatever I like.

[He catches Bucky's finger]

[yourbestguysgun]

I knew fame'd go to your head.

[ Grumpgrumpgrump. ] Part of the Howlin' Commando initiative is to swear as colourfully as y'fuckin' can. You're taking away my right.

[punchedhitler]

[He recognizes this grumpy, and lets go of Bucky's hand]

Just in the apartment.

You can tell Amy it applies to her, too.

[He knows she swears in his apartment]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Huff. Huff. He will think ASSHOLE really loudly. How about that. ]

Okay, explain your rules t'me.

[punchedhitler]

[Luckily thinking is still private.]

No swearing in the apartment except during private business. For anyone. A swear is an orange coin in the jar.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He pauses, then plucks two coins out of his pocket, tosses them in. ]

Just so you know, I will get my revenge.