-- 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]

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?

[punchedhitler]

[The lines are still just blobs, at this point]

Not as much here. I go out and I sketch a lot. People, mostly.

[A pause as he gets the proportions right]

I painted Tony a portrait for Christmas.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Grr, Tony. ] Y'and Tony are close, huh?

[punchedhitler]

I kind of go back and forth on if I like him or not.

[Sigh, he sketches]

I don't think he has many friends.

[yourbestguysgun]

Maybe it's a Stark thing?

[punchedhitler]

Which part?

[yourbestguysgun]

Bein' a dick.

[punchedhitler]

They're not that bad.

[yourbestguysgun]

Only because you like everyone, Steve. Whereas the rest of us can sense just how awful every Stark is ever gonna be.

[ Howard the most though. ]

[punchedhitler]

[Steve is still sketching. Eyes, now]

Did Howard do something to you?

[yourbestguysgun]

He's just a jerk.

[ Who helped put Steve through something Bucky couldn't help him with. The bitterness is mostly him, he knows it, won't admit it. ] Rich guy's always are.

[punchedhitler]

[Steve just looks over, and suddenly sketches that slightly downward tug of Bucky's lips]

Well, Tony doesn't like him, either.

[yourbestguysgun]

M'not surprised. I can't imagine a dad like Howard. Maybe he'd-a changed, but I guess he didn't.

[punchedhitler]

I can't imagine Howard being a dad.

[yourbestguysgun]

Hey, at least we know he survives the war, if he spawned Tony an' all.

[punchedhitler]

Yeah.

Good for him.

[FOCUS SUDDENLY]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Bulldoze through that. ] So when y'and Peggy have fat little kids, are you gonna name one after me?