yourbestguysgun | -- oh dear diary, we fell apart.

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-- oh dear diary, we fell apart.

"... 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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[ You will die. Die.

Heading to the kitchen. ] Don't fuck with anythin'.

What d'you think I'm gonna do? Forgot to put on my blowing things up pants this morning.

[ He crouches down and lets the Crepe clambering at his bent knees, slobbering all over his face, and he's actually laughing at this. ] Hey, hey, c'mon, princess, don't wanna get too friendly.

[ He can sense this fuckery from the kitchen, Howard. Grabbing the beer, and his coffee, because his hangover's still raging, and kicking it with him doesn't feel like a good idea right now. Coming back, he puts the beer on a box he's using as a temporary table, turns to sink into one of the armchairs. ]

Crepe, sweetheart, you don't know where he's been.

[ Struggling to get the dog to calm down, Howard finally makes it to a seat, picks up the beer and doesn't hesitate to make himself comfortable. ]

She probably got a better idea than me. [ Taking a drink. ] Loving the style y'got going on with the table.

Steve broke the last one, guess he don't know his own strength.

What'd he do, trip over it?

Tripped over the little madam there. [ Or sand. ] She ain't pleased with him.

[ Taking a sip of coffee. ]

[ A lopsided smile isn't trying to escape, okay? And his eyes certainly don't light up every time he looks at the dog. ]

Y'know what broads are like, gotta keep you on your toes or life ain't worth living for 'em.

[ She's scrambling up on the chair beside Howard, and Bucky heaves a sigh at it. ]

Yeah, she sure is somethin'.

[ Unable to hold back any longer, he helps her onto his knee, grinning at her and flashing Bucky a smug look. ]

Wanna be careful with this one, might try my chances if she keeps this up.

They won't find your body.

[ Resting his coffee cup on his lap as Crepe nudges Howard before looking to Bucky. ] I'll forgive you eventually, darling.

Father's a violent guy, ain't he, sugar? [ He lets her lick his mouth, making kissy noises and tickling her belly. ]

Oh, c'mon, y'fallen out with your own dog?

[ Huff. He refuses to answer because Howard is driving him mad. ]

So, why're you here again?

Figured I'd stop by for the charming company'a yours. Wouldn't wanna miss out.

[ He mutters something into Crepe's ear, and then she jumps down, sits at Bucky's feet and nudges his leg with her nose as if she's apologising. ]

[ Oh fine, pup. Bucky just pats his knee and Crepe is immediately climbing up to nose under his jaw. ] Yeah, yeah. Me too.

[ Side-eyeing Howard. ] So, you're settlin' in?

Awh would ya look at that, the two'a you are just precious.

[ And damn it, he's slightly jealous that she isn't his dog. ]

Don't got much'a choice, do I? And it ain't so bad here.

[ Ruffling her hair as Howard talks. ] We'll take y'to the welcome center then, get you sorted.

They got a welcome centre? [ Reaching for the beer, taking a drink. ] Now y'tell me.

Figured someone else might've.

Guess everyone forgot t'mention it. Got a map off some broad, though, kind'a hot too.

Don't be hittin' on every dame y'see. Some of them are kinda fierce.

You're telling me, buddy. Redheads 'specially. That Tasha one? Damn.

She could probably kick your ass, jus' saying.

Y'don't need to tell me. And I thought Agent Carter was one scary broad.

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