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→ i'ma bleed a little poison out

[ 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. ))

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[ He has never gotten off a stool faster before, Steve. Look, he's like speed of light. ]

[It's kind of cold out but Steve doesn't get cold easily anymore. His boots crunch the snow]

So.

[ Ooh, no. Cold takes the nice whiskey buzz off. Staring at his shoes as he walks, hands in his pocket. ] Uh.

People knew we were cursed.

[He means the people in the bar.]

That's good, ain't it?

[ Side-eyeing Steve. ] Y'worried?

[He shakes his head]

No, I'm not worried. People know.

[No one will hurt them, right? For being - Steve shuts that thought off right now]

[ Rounding his shoulders off, staring at the ground again. ] Plenty o' people are kissin' people they don't wanna be. Nobody's gonna hold it against you.

[Steve is silent for a second]

I'm not worried about me.

Then what are y'worried about?

You!

[The word is slightly explosive]

I'm worried about you, Bucky.

I can take care of myself. I don't get what the big deal is.

[Steve is worried about so many things and kissing Bucky felt good but it shouldn't, right? And he's thinking about Peggy and how good that felt and how he's kissed so many people today and going to war was so much easier.]

You're my best friend, I'm always worried about you.

Yeah, well. I kissed you, okay? If someone's got a problem with that, then they can damn sure take it up with me, I'll show 'em the business end of my boot. I'm not frightened, Steve.

You're never scared of anything.

[ Looking up. ] Why should I be?

[Heights. Trains. Steve being unable to catch him.

This kiss isn't motivated by mistletoe.]

[ Steve's gentle with it, that's what's struck Bucky all throughout this, and he feels tired and frayed and caught up in his own emotions. Kissing Steve feels right, somehow, and he's not drunk enough to be able to deal with that, eyes closed, face tipped towards him.

When they part, Bucky lets out a breath, the cold air billowing in steam. ] Jesus, let's get you home before you end up kissing me stupid. How the dame's don't flock to you I'll never know.

[ Nudging him. ]

[Steve nods, a little shaken, and he walks.]

I don't know how to talk to dames.

Well, y'sure as hell can kiss.

[ Rubbing his jaw for a moment. ] Y'know some day you'll find someone, right? And you won't need me so much.

[Steve snorts at the first comment, okay.]

I'll always need you, Bucky.

I'm just your sidekick. It's just - it won't always be just us. You and me against the world. You'll be fine, you'll settle down and you'll be happy. So don't get so worked up about today, okay? It's no big deal.

You're not just my sidekick. You're my best friend.

[Except he isn't there anymore, back home. But then Steve's pretty sure he isn't, either.]

Sorry.

[ Scuffing the snow with his boot. ] Yeah.

[ He wants to go home suddenly, because at least then he wouldn't have feelings and curses. ] Hey, at least you weren't awful. [ Joking in the face of admitting he's a human being. ] I had to kiss Stark too.

Is he still alive?

Pretty much. Mostly I just wanted to drown myself.

[action] have it for fond memories of that time he didn't punch Steve

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