-- 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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[action]

[yourbestguysgun]

Okay, if y'don't wanna talk about how married you're gonna be, that's fine.

[ He realises it might be a bit insensitive, but he should be kinder, he won't like letting Steve go, but he will. ]

[action]

[punchedhitler]

There's a reason Howard was looking for me.

[action]

[yourbestguysgun]

Yeah, you're a bit hard t'miss. I didn't get that.

[action]

[punchedhitler]

Bucky.

I don't have a future.

[He goes really, really quiet]

[action]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Just pulling back to look at him properly. ] 'Course you do.

[action]

[punchedhitler]

I crashed a plane, Bucky.

[He's saying this kind of slowly]

[action]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Confused. ] When? What plane?

[action]

[punchedhitler]

A few days after the train. It was the Red Skull's. It was headed for New York.

[action]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Dully. ] You crashed a plane? [ A beat. ] No way, okay. This isn't funny, Steve.

[action]

[punchedhitler]

I know.

[Steve isn't looking away.]

Re: [action]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Something is creeping up the back of Bucky's neck at this, a kind of panic seizing his chest. ] Okay, so you - you crashed a plane, but you're okay, right? You're okay, I know you're okay, Howard's just - he can't find his own ass, he's not that bright for a genius. You're fine, Steve.

[action]

[punchedhitler]

[Steve shakes his head]

I don't know.

[action]

[yourbestguysgun]

You're fine, okay? I know you're fine. [ Bucky's voice is climbing slightly, but he pays it no heed, desperate to figure this out, to make Steve see that nothing bad could have happened. ] Like I'd let it go down that way, whatever's happened, I'll find you and drag your ass from whatever goddamn plane it is, okay?

[action]

[punchedhitler]

Bucky, Bucky, calm down.

[Steve's reaching for him now]

[action]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Squirming away, because this is - well, he doesn't know what this is. ] Why didn't you tell me?

[action]

[punchedhitler]

Because I was trying to protect you.

[action]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Scrubbing his face with the palm of his hand. ]

I don't -- Steve.

[action]

[punchedhitler]

You've only been doing it all our lives.

[action]

[yourbestguysgun]

Yeah, but it's my job, okay? I protect you, it's what I do, it's what m'good for. Shit.

[ Breathing shakily. ] Where the hell was I? Jesus. Who's genius idea was this?

[action]

[punchedhitler]

[Steve's face looks horrible, drawn and in pain]

It was my idea, just mine, I was the only one on that plane, okay? Peggy wanted me to wait for Howard but there wasn't any time.

[action]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ His fist clenches, because Bucky's bad with emotion and right now he's feeling far too much of it. Panic, panic is the main feature, because he has to remember when he gets out, he has to. ]

[action]

[punchedhitler]

Bucky, it wasn't your fault. There's nothing you could have done.

[Because Steve knows that. He knows all that about Bucky.]

[action]

[yourbestguysgun]

Why the hell not? Jesus.

`[action]

[punchedhitler]

Because it was my choice.

[action]

[yourbestguysgun]

Bullshit.

[ And all of that pain is just going to get caught up in his throat, become angry. ] You can just take stupid fucking risks, okay? You just can't, that's not - that isn't fair, Steve.