-- 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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[phone]

[yourbestguysgun]

Shuddup.

[ Yeah, he's grumbling now. He needs his macho points back. ]

[phone]

[punchedhitler]

You'll make a lovely housewife one day-

[Steve swallows the last y, because no, he won't, damn it why does he keep saying stuff like this?]

[phone]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Well. One day Bucky's going to find out what's got Steve's head all up in knots, because he's not stupid, knows there's something.

Still, he's the type of guy to just get on with it. Huffing. ] Ain't gonna fight for me, huh? Bet you'll jus' hand me over to the first husband y'find. You're the worst, Rogers.

[phone]

[punchedhitler]

Would I do that?

I'll make sure he'll take good care of you. Only the best.

[phone]

[yourbestguysgun]

Nah, bachelor forever, that's me. What use've I of that whole thing?

[phone]

[punchedhitler]

It's not like we have time anyway.

[phone]

[yourbestguysgun]

Y'say that we're never gettin' back home.

[ Softly. ] I wanna babysit your kids, you're comin' back with me.

[phone]

[punchedhitler]

[Weeping. WEEPING. On the inside where no one can see]

You'd spoil them rotten.

[phone]

[yourbestguysgun]

'Course I would, I'd tell them all the stories too. Their Pop's a hero, I'm gonna make sure they know.

[phone]

[punchedhitler]

You'd tell them how I used to get beat up every time I even thought of going out.

[phone]

[yourbestguysgun]

Well, yeah. But y'had me, didn't ya? And look how it all turned out. It's a good story, Steve. Any kids o' yours should know how far y'come.

Besides. There was nothing wrong with you before, y'stood up for what you believed in. S'why you're my best friend.

[phone]

[punchedhitler]

[There's silence and then when Steve speaks again, he sounds so...happy.]

You got lost, didn't you?

[phone]

[yourbestguysgun]

Yup.

[ Cheerfully. ] Tryin' to distract you by being weirdly sincere. Is it working?

[phone]

[punchedhitler]

I know you better than you do.

Except that you bake cookies in your spare time.

Re: [phone]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Mumbling. ] Only when you were sick.

[ Louder. Moving on. ] I just see more buildings.

[phone]

[punchedhitler]

That was only most of my childhood, Bucky.

[Steve is making his way in a Buckyesque direction. Who knows how he knows.]

Eventually you'll get the hang of it.

[phone]

[yourbestguysgun]

I was trying to cheer you up. Besides, it was cheaper t'make 'em then buy 'em.

Nope. Y'think I'd have learnt it by now anyhow, New York isn't even this confusing.

[phone]

[punchedhitler]

Just playing cards with me cheered me up.

This place is a doozy. Wait, I think I see you. Over to your right.

[phone]

[yourbestguysgun]

S'pose I jus' liked doing my bit.

[ Shifting to his right. It's hard to miss someone like Steve. ] Gotcha.

[phone]

[punchedhitler]

[Steve hangs up and jogs over. Hey Bucky]

I got a couple of tickets. You always turn left when you get lost.

[action]

[yourbestguysgun]

It's freaky you know me that well.

[action]

[punchedhitler]

Is it?

[Steve just thinks it's normal. Isn't that what being a bff is?]

[action]

[yourbestguysgun]

S'pose I should get used t'it. Now, show me the way, oh great one.

[action]

[punchedhitler]

[He RUFFLES THE HAIR. Yes he does.]

This way.

[action]

[yourbestguysgun]

I will kick your ass one of these days. [ Still following though. ]