→ 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. ]

Comments

[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.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

's brilliant.

[yourbestguysgun]

You like flyin'?

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

I like the thrill of it.

[yourbestguysgun]

Shoulda figured that, huh?

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

You probably should've, yeah.

[yourbestguysgun]

So besides flyin', up to anythin' else lately?

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Nah. Now that Christmas 's gone things've calmed down, I guess.

How did you catch a cold, anyways? 't was warm.

[yourbestguysgun]

Bad luck, I reckon. Been feelin' weird for awhile anyhow.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Weird how? Just sick, yeah? [ Or is there more ]

[yourbestguysgun]

Yeah, just ill in general. Reckon it's the upheaval? Guys used to get a few days off now an' again, and the minute they started t'settle their body's jus' started to revolt.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that always happens. Most useless thing.

[yourbestguysgun]

It's a crock o' crap, that's for sure.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

You sound 'bout as good at being sick as I am.

[yourbestguysgun]

I hate it, makes me cranky as sin.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Yeah, 't does that, doesn't it? An' it's awful, Rory's a nurse so he's always right when I'm sick, too.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Huh. A male nurse. ]

Steve's the same, he used to get so sick hethinks he's the authority on everythin'.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

He motherhen you a lot?

[yourbestguysgun]

Yup.

Payback for all the years I did it to him, I reckon.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Least you deserve it, then. I never much motherhenned Rory. 'm not maternal enough. [ Except, except she remembers holding little Melody Pond in her arms, if only for a little while. ]

[yourbestguysgun]

I wouldn't say that, y'seem plenty kind.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Y'think?

[ Not sure whether to be pleased or-- something else. ]

[yourbestguysgun]

I don't think there's a code you gotta follow.

[ Look at Bucky, he's a jack the lad, and yet he's spent most of his existence protecting a sickly boy. It's all relative. ]