-- 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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[yourbestguysgun]

You didn't, I'm fine.

[ Oh dear. ]

[punchedhitler]

Bucky.

[He looks at him]

I left bruises.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Shrugging. ] You're kinda strong.

[punchedhitler]

[Steve crosses his arms, then, which flatters his biceps but is designed to hide his hands]

Sorry.

[yourbestguysgun]

Steve.

[ Bucky takes a step forward, frowning at him. ] You didn't hurt me, okay? You didn't do anything wrong.

[punchedhitler]

You have matching bruises the shape of my hands.

I did hurt you.

[yourbestguysgun]

I'm pretty sure I was having a good time, y'know? [ Trying to coax him out of his funk. ] It's not a big deal.

[punchedhitler]

You should have said something.

[yourbestguysgun]

Like what?

[punchedhitler]

"Steve, stop."

[yourbestguysgun]

Oh, jesus christ. [ A hand running through his hair. ] Dude, it's not like you're beating me up, so you get a little rough sometimes, it's nice to see the enthusiasm.

[punchedhitler]

[Unhappy face]

I should tone it down.

[yourbestguysgun]

Don't.

[ A sigh. ] C'mon, if I wasn't happy, I would'a told you.

[punchedhitler]

I don't want to hurt you.

[Worried face now]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Voice dipping in volume slightly. ] But I kinda like it.

[punchedhitler]

[WAIT WHAT. Steve sits, kind of heavily, on the nearest surface, which is the bed]

You like it?

[yourbestguysgun]

Well -.

[ Goddamnit. ]

Look, you're a strong guy, and sometimes you use that to your advantage and I - I like that? And I don't want you to panic about a bruise because it's not like you meant to do it on purpose and we have a good time, so why worry about it?

[punchedhitler]

[Steve has to take a minute to think about this. Because he never wanted to really use this strength to hurt, just to help. But this is new. This is different and he's not sure what to think about it.]

But what if I really start to hurt you?

[yourbestguysgun]

You're not going to.

[ Coming over to him. ] C'mon, so we got a little carried away. Don't you think I'd let you know if you were doing any damage?

[punchedhitler]

[He closes his fists and opens them, and looks up at Bucky]

You would, right?

[yourbestguysgun]

I'd stop you. C'mon, Steve. [ A slow, hopeful smile. ] It's like a contact sport.

[punchedhitler]

[He definitely recognizes that smile]

You're not just saying that, right?

[yourbestguysgun]

I'm not trying to protect you, I just didn't even think about them until you did.

[ Sitting down beside him, at least his towel makes up for his lack of clothing. ] So you get a little handsy, you're not doing wrong by me, and it isn't your fault. You're not allowed to feel guilty about leaving your mark when it ends up being pretty beneficial for the both of us.

[punchedhitler]

[He keeps his eyes on Bucky]

You really like it.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Glancing down. ]

I like that you want me enough to forget yourself. Is that a bad thing?