-- 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]

[ He smiles fondly, tugs it on over his shoulders. ] Where would I be without you, Champ?

[ A nod. ] More'n I ever thought I'd be, for sure.

[punchedhitler]

Dying of tuberculosis, probably.

[He grins and nudges him]

Thanks for coming with me on this crazy European trip.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Nudging him in the arm. ]

Don't sweat it, somebody had to come along and keep you in line.

[punchedhitler]

You always do.

[He really wants to put his arm around Bucky but holds back and goes to the edge of the water]

It's freezing out here.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Coming after to cross his arms over the railing, peer into the black water. ]

Yeah, 'least we won't be out here forever.

[punchedhitler]

Yeah, our apartment is only a couple of degrees warmer.

[yourbestguysgun]

It don't make you sea-sick though.

[punchedhitler]

Are you sea-sick?

[God it really is cold. Steve's breath comes out in wisps]

[yourbestguysgun]

Feel like I might get there the longer we're on this damn boat.

[ A soft grin. ] Nah, just wish we were already home.

[punchedhitler]

[His voice goes low]

Could use some privacy.

[yourbestguysgun]

Mm. Yeah, know what you mean. [ Glancing over. ] Hey, but when we get to New York, we can just do what we want again.

[punchedhitler]

Be warm again.

Hey, Bucky.

[He's looking out into the water.]

Do you see that?

[Ice in the water]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Frowning in worry, but his voice is light. ]

That explains the cold.

[punchedhitler]

Isn't it a little too late in the ye-

[There's a slam on the other side of the ship, the sound of metal being gouged open, and Steve goes to buffet Bucky from falling]

[yourbestguysgun]

Holy shit.

[ Fingers curling in Steve's sleeve. ] The hell was that?

[punchedhitler]

Language-

[He looks around, and there's panic, and then he sees it]

It's an iceberg.

[yourbestguysgun]

An --.

[ Well, dread can be colder than what he was already feeling, good to know. ]

Okay. Maybe it's not - we're fine, it can't be that bad.

[punchedhitler]

Come on, lets...let's see what the Captain announces.

[yourbestguysgun]

Yeah.

[ Just starting off. ]

[punchedhitler]

[He tugs at Bucky's arm]

Don't lose sight of me.

[He doesn't think to make Bucky promise. It shouldn't be necessary.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He turns back at the tug, gives Steve a smile. ]

Won't, now c'mon.

[punchedhitler]

[He holds onto Bucky's sleeve as they go back inside - there's panic]

Where do you think we should go? Our cabin? Up to the lifeboats?

[yourbestguysgun]

Maybe. [ He pauses, holds still for a moment. ] We're not gonna hear a word down here with everyone freaking.

[punchedhitler]

[He nods - there's lurching, too]

You're not panicked, right?

[yourbestguysgun]

When do I ever panic?

[ A little, but they're going to be fine if they don't let it get to them. ] C'mon, let's go this way.