-- 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]

Well, she told me I should push you into a wall and kiss some sense into you, but I reckon I can save that for another time, huh?

[punchedhitler]

[Steve flips them, then, suddenly, so he's on top, and gives him a kiss. There is a lot of authority in that kiss]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He makes a startled noise in the back of his throat, kisses back just as hard, but there's a level of pliancy even in this, because Bucky trusts Steve with his life. ] So was that an agreement with the idea or what?

[punchedhitler]

Yeah. It was.

[He isn't quite sure where to go from here but he's smiling and comfortable and happy.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Bucky's unlikely to push where he knows Steve's not sure of, but that doesn't stop him from stroking a hand up his back, tugging a little on his shirt, grin wild. ] Think y'wanna keep me company today?€

[punchedhitler]

I think that sounds like something I would really like.

[He turns to get off Bucky, though. He is grabbing Bucky's hand and holding on.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Steve's hands have been different since the serum, and much from any dame Bucky's ever done this with, so he spends a minute or two stretching out his fingertips against Steve's in comparison, touch a little rought, but they've both fought wars. ]

S'nice. Bein' like this.

[punchedhitler]

Quiet.

[His hand tightens; he doesn't ever want to let go, as if he could keep Bucky living just by holding his hand here, as if it will translate to back home]

[yourbestguysgun]

You know I wanted to tell you before I left?

[ It's obvious what he means, the unspoken thing he has for Steve, realised now propped up in bed together. ] But everythin' was so up in the air, and I didn't think I could face goin' to war if you'd hated me. I always felt better knowin' I had somethin' to fight for.

[punchedhitler]

You felt this way before we went to war?

[It's a fond sort of warmth, pleasant]

You're an idiot.

[yourbestguysgun]

I kinda - I don't know. You always felt like family t'me. I guess I jus' never thought you'd feel the same way, so I didn't examine it. I just kept it.

[punchedhitler]

Yep.

An idiot.

[Said oh-so-fondly]

[yourbestguysgun]

Oh shut up, or I won't let you in Barnesland no more.

[punchedhitler]

[He laughs]

I'll break in.

[yourbestguysgun]

I'll fight back.

[punchedhitler]

It'll mean war.

[yourbestguysgun]

Oh, sweetheart.

[ Shifting a little, to his knees to batter his eyelashes at Steve. ] I was hopin' you'd say that.

[punchedhitler]

Why, because we're both good at it?

[yourbestguysgun]

Damn straight. I mean, y'were quite literally built for it, and we both know I like a good fight.

[punchedhitler]

Well, and because I'd fight for you.

[Said so casually that it saves it from being cheesy]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ It's the matter of fact way that makes Bucky pause, but he doesn't think about how Steve came to save him, the thought alone enough to make him go mad with how close to danger they both were. So he just tilts forward again, kisses Steve slow and sweet for a second. ]

Me too.

[punchedhitler]

[Pleased, so pleased.]

I don't really feel like getting up. I was supposed to go for a run.

[yourbestguysgun]

Nope.

[ Suddenly draping heavy on him. ] I refuse to let you out of this bed, mister.

[punchedhitler]

Prisoner of war.

[Steve sort of leans forward and puts his face into the nearest patch of Bucky]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Muffled laughter. ] Yeah, who'd have thought it, huh? Me takin' Cap America hostage.

[ Hooking his knee over Steve's thigh to get more comfortable, half on his side, looking up at him. ] You should stay in with me today, it'd be nice, we could jus' do nothin'.