→ 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]

Knew I could count on you.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Your secret's safe with me.

[yourbestguysgun]

Good. I ain't in the habit of secrets.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

No?

Sometimes y' have to keep 'em no matter how much you don't want to.

[yourbestguysgun]

Sharin' 'em, I meant. I got plenty.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Gotcha.

But yeah. I promise I won't tell.

[yourbestguysgun]

Thanks, Amy.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Hey, no worries, yeah?

[yourbestguysgun]

S'just somethin' I seem to do too much of lately.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Worrying?

[yourbestguysgun]

Pretty much. It's a new thing.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Why?

[ Pause, pause. ] Oh. [ Because of Steve, yeah? ]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He does not like the tone of your oh. ] Jus' got too much thinkin' space.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

[ Is it because she figured out the issue? ] Uh-huh.

Let's go drinking sometime. When you're not sick. I hear that helps with the thinking.

[yourbestguysgun]

Sure, sounds like a plan.