-- 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]

Oh.

[He blushes]

You ought to put on some clothes.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He nods, moves to stand up but only after touching Steve's wrist. ]

Lemme get dressed and try not to break your brain while I'm doing it.

[punchedhitler]

[Lesson learned - do not walk in on Bucky in the shower, or something. He quickly finds something do to with his hands so he's not staring at Bucky. Put away stuff lying on the floor.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ It's a good thing he's a soldier, because super speedy dressing. ]

You're gonna be weird about this, aren't you?

[punchedhitler]

[He just glances over]

What do you mean?

[yourbestguysgun]

You're gonna be paranoid.

[ Sitting on the other edge of the bed, leaning against the pillows. ] I will knock you out if y'start being gentle with me. I'm not a princess.

[punchedhitler]

[Pause]

I'll try not to.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Sighing, Bucky crosses his arms over his chest, eyes him up. ]

I hate your big stupid sense of goodness.

[punchedhitler]

[Steve just eyes Bucky, and then moves and kisses him on the mouth]

Look, I just don't want to do something that would hurt you.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Huffing. ]

You gotta trust me to take care of myself, jerk.

[punchedhitler]

But I want-

[The 'to take care of you' is swallowed]

/squeezes this in before bed lol

[yourbestguysgun]

What?

GO SLEEP <333

[punchedhitler]

...to take care of you.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He pauses, opens his mouth, closes it again.

Then gently. ] And you can, when I need it. But things like this aren't the end of the world, okay? I don't want you to worry about this because I'm happy. You're not hurting me.

[punchedhitler]

[He's not entirely convinced - he is Steve Rogers, after all, but he'll buy it for now, because he wants Bucky to be okay. So he leans over and puts one hand to Bucky's face and kisses him]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Kissing back, trying to communicate how much he's okay, how Steve doesn't have to worry. ]

[punchedhitler]

[He backs up a little]

Really, if I hurt you, punch me, okay?

[yourbestguysgun]

You're not gonna. [ Firmly. ]

[punchedhitler]

You're sure.

[Said as a statement, not a question.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Sprawling. ] Glad you've got with the programme.

[punchedhitler]

[He sprawls next to Bucky]

I'm sorry, most people don't like getting bruised by their sweethearts.

[Or so he's told, it's not like Steve is any kind of expert on the topic]

[yourbestguysgun]

Hell, well maybe I'm broken, who knows? I just don't think it's as awful as you think, kid.

[punchedhitler]

You're not broken.

Weird, maybe, but not broken.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Laughing. ]

We knew that years ago.

[punchedhitler]

I'm still sorry.

[He will try to hold back his own strength. Even though it turns him on, but he doesn't know that yet.]