→ i know we'll make it anywhere away from here

[yourbestguysgun]

[ His device switches on, a big, black nose snuffling at the camera for a moment. There's a growl, and a yip of excitement before Bucky's voice can be heard, sounding far more hoarse and stuffed up than usual. ]

Crepe. As much as I'd like y'to destroy the damn thing, it isn't food and - [ Okay then, having to stop to sneeze six times in a row isn't good, he should have realised when he started to feel off last night. ] Damnit.

[ Bucky's footfalls are heavy as they cross his bedroom, the snuffling dog thumping her tail against the floor and licking Bucky's wrist as he reaches to pick up the device. The camera pans to the dog, Bucky ruffling the fur on the top of her head. ] Good girl. Now c'mon, back to bed.

[ It's 11am. Neither Bucky nor the dog seem to care. Crepe bounces off, jumps on to the empty, rumpled bed, and Bucky's sigh turns weary before he cuts the feed off. ]

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[yourbestguysgun]

Yeah? Maybe not in your world.

[ Well then. ] So did you and that husband o' yours have a good holiday?

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Not here, either, 'm pretty sure.

Yeah. An' New Year's was nice, too, with the weather.

[yourbestguysgun]

I won't be here forever.

[ Which is pretty much admitting it, but he makes a noise anyway, like the idea is closed. ]

S'been nice. We were barbecuing a couple of days ago.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Nah, none of us will be. [ Considering, for a moment. Sorry, Bucky. Amy's never been good at just letting go. ] Might as well enjoy the good bits while we can, though, yeah?


Christmas should be cold, 's just the way things are, but I don't mind a bit of sunshine for New Year's at all.

[yourbestguysgun]

You jus' don't quit, do you, sweetheart? You can take the boy out of the 1940s, but not the other way round. Why would anyone wanna open them up to that only to give it away again?

[ A sigh. ] I can't really talk about it.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Never really learnt how.

[ Hesitating for a moment, though. She didn't mean to actually hurt him in any way. ] Sorry.

[yourbestguysgun]

Nawh, hey. It's fine, it's jus' me bein' a jerk. I don't do bein' ill well, and I reckon it's all just catching up with me right now.

[ A pause. ] Let's jus' change the subject for now, yeah?

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Yeah, 'kay.

I haven't told you 'bout that time I went flying with a dinosaur, did I?

[yourbestguysgun]

No?

[ Beat. ] That sounds like a story worth tellin'.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Y'know Janine? Flying dinosaur here. I forgot the proper name for what she is.

't was only a short ride, though. We're still trying to figure out the best way for her to take a passenger. I'm thinking a hammock tied to her legs.

[yourbestguysgun]

Wouldn't that cause a problem when she wanted to land?`

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Yeah, maybe. 'm gonna have to ask the Doctor.

There was a curse here, once, with dinosaurs, and there's the ones in the zoo, of course, but I've never flown with one before. 't was pretty awesome.

[yourbestguysgun]

Sounds it. Never met a dinosaur before though. How does she communicate?

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Eh. Sort of-- telepathic voice, I think? 's what it seemed like, anyways.

[yourbestguysgun]

Telepa-huh?

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

I've no idea how it works, really. But you just sort of-- hear her.

[yourbestguysgun]

Without her speakin'?

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

She's got a beak. Pretty sure she can't actually talk.

[yourbestguysgun]

Sounds crazy, not gonna lie.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

I'll introduce you sometime. You'll see.

[yourbestguysgun]

Lookin' forward t'it.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Maybe y' can talk her into giving you a ride, too.

[yourbestguysgun]

Y'think?

[ Ooh, heights. ]

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Yeah, maybe. She didn't say no to me.

[yourbestguysgun]

Neat.

Never been an airman, but it sounds like fun.