→ i'ma bleed a little poison out

[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

all the handwavey handwaving everrr

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

I'm so proud of you.

are they physically close btw? like action thread? >.>

[yourbestguysgun]

Somebody has to be.

IF YOU WANT :D

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Then I'm your girl.

i do >.>

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Bucky’s not quite stepped under the mistletoe that’s sprouted yet, but it’s a very near thing. ] Y’lookin’ forward to the holiday season yet?

yay ~

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Yeah, definitely. [ Grinning. ] Last year we got stuck on a crashing space ship.

[yourbestguysgun]

Sometimes your life sounds like one of them Orson Welles plays.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Only with more time travel.

[yourbestguysgun]

I bet I couldn't stomach somethin' like that.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

's exciting, though. And mostly really not that bad.

[yourbestguysgun]

I like knowin' where I am too much.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

There was always the TARDIS. [ Home in a way that Leadworth never quite managed to be. ]

[yourbestguysgun]

What's a TARDIS?

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Space and Time machine. Normally a blue police box, but right now she's a woman, so there's a bit-- less travelling through space and time. But we're stuck here anyways, so. [ Gesturing, and it takes her a step closer to him. ]

[yourbestguysgun]

She's a - [ What. ] What?

[ The mistletoe's growing bigger. Soon. ]

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

A woman now. C'mon, Barnes, you know what a woman is, yeah?