-- 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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[punchedhitler]

[Steve beams!]

I don't doubt it.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Flicking him in the forehead. ]

Quit smiling. [ Though that's only so Bucky won't smile too. ]

[punchedhitler]

[He kisses him]

Better?

[yourbestguysgun]

Don't think you can win me over, Mister.

[ You can so win him over. ]

[punchedhitler]

[Another kiss.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Well, fuck. ]

Sandwiches and kissing isn't my weak point, okay?

[punchedhitler]

Okay. If you say so, I believe you.

[yourbestguysgun]

You're an -

[ ASDFTVGHDSJSKAL. ] Shut up.

[punchedhitler]

[Oh, he's pleased as punch]

I appreciate the effort, Bucky.

[yourbestguysgun]

I hate you.

[ He doesn't. ] Crepe is my only love now.

[punchedhitler]

You can sleep with her, I bet she likes to cuddle.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Pause. ] She licked my mouth 'cause I was snoring this morning, I'll just have to sleep alone.

[punchedhitler]

Barnesland will be a quiet place.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Fake shrug, trying not to grin. ]

Hey, at least we have freedom of speech.

[punchedhitler]

Well, it's going to be awful to be you because I'm not going anywhere.

[He can only joke like this with Bucky.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Bucky just laughs, rounds on him to press him against the table, kiss him again. ]

Better not, who m'I gonna wage war with then?

[punchedhitler]

[Oh, this is good, this is perfect, a perfect moment. He kisses him pulls him closer, if that's possible - a sheet of paper couldn't fit between them.]

No Germans here.

[yourbestguysgun]

Nope.

[ Hands against Steve's neck, a grin on his face. ] S'why I need you to argue with, y'know I get bored.

[punchedhitler]

You could argue with everyone else.

[He's smiling against Bucky's temple, then]

[yourbestguysgun]

Nah, nobody does it quite like you.

[ Humming. ]

[punchedhitler]

No one else makes you pay every time you swear?

[yourbestguysgun]

Nope. No one else'd dare.

[ Kissing him again, before leaning back. ] But you've always been a dumb kid.

[punchedhitler]

You mean someone with manners?

[No leaning back, Steve's grip tightens.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Arching an eyebrow but his smile is still as wide. ]

Yeah. How'd a nice guy like you fall for a mouthy jerk, huh?

[punchedhitler]

He crawled in when I wasn't looking.

I was thinking about that a few days ago.

[When he was talking with Howard.]