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-- oh dear diary, we fell apart.

"... 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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[YOUR ASS IS RINGING, BARNES]

[ringing ringing barnes answer your phone right now mister]

So! Did you hear about that curse that made perfectly innocent and nice people run around with guns trying to rob people?

[guess who feels terrible RN, bucky?]

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Edited 2011-12-13 23:14 (UTC)

[ Well, he said he was going to pick her up. Amy would be waiting, except she realised that she forgot to pack lip gloss. So, chasing back to the bathroom just as the doorbell rings. Yes, this is where all the clichés about women always being late come from: Amy and lip gloss. Clearly.

But it'll be just a minute before she's opening the door, ready to go. ]

[RING. RING RING]

[Somehow, on Christmas day, a parcel done up in red and gold finds its way to Bucky. Inside is a batch of homemade mince pies (not exactly the best, but it's the thought that counts, isn't it?) with a note that simply reads, Have a lovely Christmas, Bucky! If you've flatmates, share them, alright? From, Ginny.]

[Steve is checking on Bucky. It's early in the morning and Bucky, hopefully, is still asleep when he opens the door.

Of course it creaks. Loudly.]

[Early on Monday morning, way before Bucky usually wakes up, Steve is sneaking in. Tony texted him drunk last night, and he, as the good friend he is, went over there.

He hopes Bucky didn't worry.

He wonders if this really does make them like an old married couple.]

[After a while of walking, he tilts his head back, just to see where Bucky is; they're halfway home. Steve's face says something less - he looks like they did in Brooklyn, just bigger, more defined.]

[ Riiiiiiiiiiiing. ]

[ There's silence at first, interrupted by a soft noise, a little broken. Like someone's holding back tears. ]

Bucky? Can you-- Rory's, he. He's not here anymore. [ She couldn't bring herself to say 'gone'. ]

[ Not perfectly sure about the timeline on this, so might be backdated, but it hardly matters for now, I guess. ]

[It's way after midnight on Sunday when Steve finally comes home and trudges right to the couch.]

[ There's a knock on your door, and Howard is standing out in the hall with his hands casually in his pockets as he waits. ]

Hey, Bucky. So, because of the crack in my ceiling, I had to move. I'm at (address with Buffy and friends) in case you need me. Love you!

[ Bucky gets a bottle of whiskey with a bow wrapped around the bottle's neck. The attached card only says xx, Amy. Who needs words when they can have booze? ]

[After all the sand stuff, after everything, they're finally home. The Glass City's almost entirely solid now, and their apartment is particularly so: in just a little while the entire City will be completely solid, and Steve will be cursed.

This is the last few minutes of the day, and Steve is lying facedown on his bed. He managed to catch a nap once they got back, and now he's just resting. Crepe is lying half on him, half off.]

[ Oh, look, Howard is standing outside of the apartment, knocking at the door and hugging a box full of beers. ]

[The bed had been big enough to fit them and their bubbles, but when midnight struck and the tension went away, Steve moved in a little closer.

Sometimes he still has nightmares about the fall. If I knew it was going to be the last time I saw you, he says to the Bucky in his dream, I would have told you that it wasn't worth it. That you were worth more than anything. That we were soldiers together and kids together and punks together but you were the best parts of me.

There are a lot of sorry's in his dream, a lot of apologies, a lot of words that don't mean squat.

Steve Roger's nightmares make him shake in his sleep, make him curl up tight like he's holding on to the side of a train and watching Bucky fall. They aren't loud like Bucky's nightmares of torture, but the cry is there, soft, deep.]

We need to talk. It's very important.

[That's the only warning Charlie gives Bucky before she's knocking on his front door. The look on her face? Stubbornness, resolve, determination and a bit of worry. There's a Petrichor in her jacket and a bag of new books from the book store.]

[Steve has been trying to figure out how to talk about this for a couple of days now.

So far, there is no right answer. He's come home from his jog all sweaty and he just takes his shirt off and goes to the kitchen for a glass of water.]

[ Leaning against his side just a little to keep herself from swaying. How do these evenings always end with them so drunk? — right, because the alcohol. Yes. ]

[Despite the fact that Steve has seen Bucky naked on several occasions, he still doesn't walk in on his best friend in the shower, except, apparently, today.

To be fair he is covered in tapioca pudding from a tragic "I don't know my own strength" fight with a pudding pack that he got. He still doesn't understand what the convinience is when the pudding is almost impossible to open.]

Bucky, I'm coming in, sorry!

[This ship is huge, so finding Bucky proved to be a bit of a challenge but finally Steve tracked him down to the deck of the ship]

You're going to disappear one day and I won't be able to find you.

[God it's cold out]

[He's getting home from work kind of early today. Bucky isn't the only one who got a little shaken up from the Titanic curse - but with Steve it wasn't because he died.]

Bucky?

I brought home dinner.

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[phone]

[phone: about an hour after she got back]

[texting: after the shy ronnie curse.]

[texting: 1/3]

action: let's fight some monsters and have fun

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✔ christmas delivery