-- 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' --."

☎ Call
☏ Text
✔ Voicemail

[ ooc: action is also a-okay, if you know where to find him. :) ]

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[punchedhitler]

No, I guess you don't.

[Steve holds on tighter]

[yourbestguysgun]

You're mine. [ Curling into him, fingers a little too tight against his grip. ] And if the Red Skull or the Nazis've got anythin' to say about that, then they can come an' talk to me about it. I ain't letting you go.

[punchedhitler]

[He laughs a little but it's quiet]

I don't need you to protect me, Bucky.

[Words that have been said over and over again, for years]

[yourbestguysgun]

Tough.

[ Kissing him again. ] Doin' it anyway.

[punchedhitler]

[He accepts the kiss with a level of grace]

I know.

[yourbestguysgun]

Besides, we both belong to Crepe, so.

[punchedhitler]

I guess we do.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Not sure if Steve's going to go back to sleep or not, Bucky just ends up stroking the nape of his neck. ]

[punchedhitler]

[He doesn't sleep. But he does close his eyes, wrapped around Bucky, not letting go.]