→ you get mistaken for strangers by your own friends

[yourbestguysgun]

[ There's a clear view of the Rogers-Barnes kitchen coming through on the feed, Bucky hunched over the counter with a pen and a pad of paper, a half bitten pen between his fingers. He scrawls for a minute before it ends up propped by a coffee mug for the whole world to see. Why, he has no idea, it just feels like a good idea at the time. ]

Dear Santa,

Sorry I told Steve y'weren't real when we were eight, okay buddy? It was a mistake, but Johnny did tell me first, so I can't be blamed for the big fuss it caused, right? Anyway, I figure as it is the season an' all, I should write.

For Christmas I kinda only want like a few things, so don't worry.

A carton of those fancy cigarettes Jones smokes, cause I kinda miss the taste.
A bagel from Marcy's Diner, that's impossible, I got it, but you don't get good cream cheese here like Marcy does.
My Johnson. I guess Santa don't know much about guns, so it's the M1941. We served well together. And I want mine, not just anyones, it's kinda important.
For the people I care about to catch a break, okay?
I want Steve to have a good Christmas. Yeah, I don't care, he's usually sick, or alone, or working, and then there's the war, and I just want him to have a good time, so you can ignore the crap I've written there if you do this one thing for me. If anyone can swing it, it'd be you.

Thanks,

J. Barnes.

[ There's a moment of silence as it all finally registers, and Bucky starts swearing. ] Oh, you've got to be fuckin' kiddin' me, what is this crap?

[ Then the pad is snatched up, Bucky's hand hovering in place holding an old silver lighter, and the whole thing goes up in smoke. ] Shit. [ Feed snapped off. ]

Comments

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

That would be a curse.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ ... ] Are they jus' designed to make people look like a jackass?

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

That's only the harmless ones.

[yourbestguysgun]

I think I'd prefer danger.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

's easier to deal with sometimes.

[yourbestguysgun]

Pretty much. You know where you stand with it more often than not.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Yeah. 'xactly.

[yourbestguysgun]

Ain't as many rules, either.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

You don't strike me as the kinda guy who cares all that much for rules even when they're there.

[yourbestguysgun]

Sometimes. Depends on the situation. But you’re right. I like t’smash as many as I can.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

See, I figured.

[yourbestguysgun]

Bet it's written all over me.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Let's just say that if you were trying to hide it, you've been doing a pretty bad job.

[yourbestguysgun]

I jus' got one of those faces, I reckon.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Must be, yeah.

[yourbestguysgun]

Let's hope it ain't for mugshots.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

At least they'd be pretty mugshots.

[yourbestguysgun]

You say the sweetest things.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Ah, but will the flattery get me anywhere? [ Waggling eyebrows. In a very exaggerated manner. ]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Lifting an eyebrow. ] Y'know the saying.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

That is good news.

[yourbestguysgun]

Why? Gonna try your luck?

whyyyy that icon

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't you like to know.

sometimes I am lazy and click the wrong icon and then can't be bothered to change

[yourbestguysgun]

Kinda why I was askin'.

oh good I was worried

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

You'll have to live with the suspense.