-- 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. :) ]

Comments

[yourbestguysgun]

Nope. [ In fact, his smile's gone a bit fond and pleased, like Steve talking means it's important to him too. ]

[punchedhitler]

All right, because I'm not interested in upsetting you.

[But he sees that smile]

[yourbestguysgun]

Don’t be dumb. [ Touching Steve’s neck. ] I don’t care, okay? As long as nobody talks shit about it, and even if they did, they’d have me to deal with first.

[punchedhitler]

How can I? You're the one with all the dumb here.

[He's grinning]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Kicking him lightly in the ankle. ] Shut it.

[punchedhitler]

[Laughing]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Destroying that laugh with another kiss, just so you know. ]

[punchedhitler]

[He swallows that laugh and kisses him back]

I stink.

[yourbestguysgun]

Yeah, y'kinda do. [ Shoving him. ] Go shower, asshole.

[punchedhitler]

You're not going to need it?

[This is actually an innocent question]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Eyes widening before he realises Steve probably doesn't mean it the way it sounds. ] Uh, no, no m'good.

[punchedhitler]

Okay.

[Missed your chance to shower with the Cap, Bucky. He's heading to the bathroom]