-- 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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[latenightfondue]

Even that Tony fella thinks y'need to lay off being the body guard. Cap's a grown man, y'gotta let him do his thing.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Starks. >[ ] How about the pair o' you just mind your own fuckin' business, huh?

[latenightfondue]

Cap's technically one'a my creations, and I always make it my business to see my babies treated right. [ Which reminds him. ] Oh, and hey, so me and Tony were thinking the four'a us should get together, go out for drinks. Proper and everything.

[yourbestguysgun]

Steve is a fucking person, Stark. You're gonna talk about him like he's one, or I'm gonna put a bullet through your kneecaps.

[ And okay, taking another drink. Breathe, Bucky. ] Y'sure that's wise?

[latenightfondue]

Y'see what we're talking about here, right? Y'too possessive'a the fella.

[ Howard's got a look of something there. ] Think it's for the best, pal, everyone's gonna get something outta a boys night out.

[yourbestguysgun]

No, I just remember who he was before you and your guys got t'him, and I'm looking out for that kid, okay?

[ He would rather eat bullets. ]

[latenightfondue]

He ain't only got the one buddy, y'know? [ He sounds slightly defeated, guilt crawling out. ] Y'think I don't what kinda guy he is? That he's one in a million and all that? 'Cause I do.

[yourbestguysgun]

Then don't treat him like an experiment and we'll be just fine.

[latenightfondue]

Would you prefer it if I hugged him and held his hand, huh?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ HE WILL BREAK YOURS FIRST, but oh look, he can't reply, he's drinking.. ]

[latenightfondue]

That's what I thought, pal. [ Swallowing down a good portion of the bottle. ] Hey, Steve said I could look at your disc movie gadget. Y'know how it works?

[yourbestguysgun]

No.

[ But he's getting up anyway to show him. ] S'mostly just pressing buttons.

[latenightfondue]

[ Setting the dog aside, Howard's on the floor, crawling over to it. ] Pressing buttons, huh?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Crepe follows. Because she is a traitor. ] Sure, look, that opens the uh - arm thing, then you put the mini-record in shiny side down and press that button, it eats it, hey presto, there's your film.

[latenightfondue]

[ He holds up the disc that sits in the tray, turns it to catch the light and seems far too amused by it. ] Who'd've thought this little beauty could do what we only ever knew at a cinema.

[yourbestguysgun]

Okay, well have fun with your reflection there.

[ Going back to collapse on the couch. Crepe follows, jumps on him in response. ]

[latenightfondue]

It's so damn shiny, it ain't my fault I got a handsome face.

[ He pops it back onto the tray, pushes it in, and grins like a child at Christmas when the picture comes onto the screen. ] Would you look at that.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Rolling his eyes. ] Uh huh, you have learned the miracle of the television.

[latenightfondue]

Had one'a 'em back home, but there weren't ever nothing on worth watching on it.

[ He presses the buttons, plays around with it, working out easily, as if he's been using one for years, but don't mind him, he makes love to all the best technology. ] Recommend anything?

[yourbestguysgun]

Nah, you can check out Steve's collection if y'really want, he rents 'em from some place. But mostly I can't stand the television.

[ It is a force of EVIL. ]

[latenightfondue]

Yeah, me either, never had much time for it. But look at it. [ He's totally not getting over it, the colour, the picture quality, but he turns it off eventually. ] Tony said they got porn on 'em if y'look in the right place.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ ... oh dear lord. ] You're not watchin' porn on our television, Stark. Ames has already tried to, there's a no blue movie law.

[ Steve would know. ]

[latenightfondue]

Get away, there ain't no law, it's a natural thing. [ Crawling over to sit on the floor by the couch. ] Y'telling me you ain't curious?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO HIM? ] Nope.

[latenightfondue]

[ Eyeing him suspiciously. ] You ain't one'a them, are you, buddy? 'Cause there's nothing wrong with that.