-- 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
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✔ Voicemail

[ ooc: action is also a-okay, if you know where to find him. :) ]

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[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.

[punchedhitler]

[Steve lets go of Bucky's sleeve and follows him]

When you were pretty convinced the jellyfish would eat the ship.

/sob

[yourbestguysgun]

They're nasty little shits.

[ Leading them both down a corridor. ] 'Sides, too cold for jellyfish now.

/lol

[punchedhitler]

[People are pouring out of the cabins, asking what's going on]

It's too cold for a lot of things.

I want to get my sketchpads.

steve rogers, stop causing me pain

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Looking up. ] Sure. Let's go fetch 'em.

;-;

[punchedhitler]

[He reaches and grabs Bucky's sleeve again, holding tight onto it, and tugs him towards their cramped cabin. It's hard to get there, but when they do it's quiet and private. The other people sharing it already left]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Rounding toward Steve, keeping his voice quiet. ] You okay?

[punchedhitler]

[Steve nods after a second, looking down at his best friend and reaching for his extra coat and a couple of sketchbooks.]

Yeah. I'm all right.

[His hypervigilance, though, suggests otherwise.]

[yourbestguysgun]

We'll be fine, promise.

[ Bucky doesn't have anything he feels is particularly of worth, so he just hovers. ]

[punchedhitler]

[He hands a sketchbook to Bucky and his back foot taps the door closed, holds it there to press a kiss to Bucky's forehead.]

You're right. We'll be fine.

I KNOW I'M GONNA CRY BY THE END OF THIS THREAD

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Relaxing a little bit. ]

Yeah, so no worrying.

/gently holds

[punchedhitler]

No worrying.

Here, your coat has better pockets for my sketchpad.

[on the inside. He tucks it in there]