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[yourbestguysgun]

[ Bucky's feed flickers on, the camera pointed up and above his head to where a sprig of mistletoe is sitting. He probably doesn't realise they're cursed right now, as evident from the laugh in his voice when he talks, the camera swinging back down to his amused and very smug grin. He's outside somewhere, wearing the scarf Steve's landlady had given him, tucked up under his chin. It's a little cold, but he doesn't seem bothered by it, too busy smirking. ]

Ah, my favourite part of the holiday season, ain't nobody allowed to say it different.

[ Really, he has no right to sound like a kid in a sweet shop, but there you go. He does, and he's not actually attempting to hide it. Mostly because he's an impossible charmer and he likes the ladies. ]

(( ooc: Posting and running for the daily activities but I knew I'd forget later. If you want to find Bucky and attack his face, please feel free. It can be as awkward as all hell too. Because I will laugh forever. ))

Comments

I really hope they do a winter soldier movie and we get ALL THE INTERACTION.

[yourbestguysgun]

Like a big, patriotic baby.

you have no idea how badly i want that.

[duplicities]

What a mental image. A somewhat accurate one, even.

[ steve is too innocent to even be real. ]

oh god, sometimes I end up like shaking my fist at the sky because it's not in my eyes yet.

[yourbestguysgun]

Maybe I should get him like a star-spangled banner onesie for Christmas.

sob why must we wait so long for it.

[duplicities]

You could. Or perhaps...

[ natahsa literally takes all of two steps forward and ends up under the mistletoe. there's about a split second for her to register what's happened before she reaches out to pull bucky forward, yank him down by that scarf and kiss him soundly.

welp. ]

because the world is mean and doesn't want metal-armed russian spy badasses for us.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ God bless this scarf, seriously. Bucky makes a noise against her mouth, a half growl of sound as his hands slide round her waist, kissing her firmly. ]

cruel cruel world.

[duplicities]

[ her response is a bite, just the sharpest flash of teeth, before she leans back slightly, one hand in his hair and the other in his scarf. there's a pause, in which she sizes him up, eyes on his face. ]

Not bad.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ His smile gets wide and boyish for a second. Because seriously, this holiday is made for him. ] Could say the same about you.

[duplicities]

[ for a moment, she looks at his face, before leaning back in to press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth before letting go of him. ]

Good luck avoiding the rest of the plants, James.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He smiles at the use of his real name before giving her a sloppy salute. ] You too.

[ And turning to go. ]