-- 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]

[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.]

[yourbestguysgun]

I'll punch you y'say that again.

[punchedhitler]

[HE ROLLS HIS EYES AT YOU, BUCKY]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Socking him on the shoulder. ] Jerk.