-- 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]

[ 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'.

[punchedhitler]

I could...

[He pauses and squirms a little, just a touch embarrassed]

Sketch you?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Like a french girl?

Speculatively. ] Will it make you stay in with me?

[punchedhitler]

[Maybe.]

I'll get my sketchpad.

[He used to draw Bucky all the time back home but it was always in the three seconds that Bucky would sit still]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Making a noise of protest at actually having to roll off Steve, but he does anyway, nudging him. ] Fine, but don't be too long.

[punchedhitler]

Just a second, okay?

[Steve leaves for a minute and comes back with his artpad and a pencil, and then takes his space back. He opens the book and flips through - there are sketches of everything, from Charlie to Crepe to Tony. He chooses a blank page and starts putting lines down]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Instead of putting up a fuss, Bucky just watches him. Art has always been something big for Steve, and maybe he should have shown more of an interest. ]

Do you miss it? Drawin' and stuff? Art school?