→ 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

[ironmanic.livejournal.com]

By, what, spreading your cooties everywhere?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Huffing. ] Did y'want somethin'?

[ironmanic.livejournal.com]

Your friendly neighborhood Stark can't stop by for a digital hello?

[yourbestguysgun]

I will train the dog to bite you. She may not look like much, but her teeth sure are sharp.

[ironmanic.livejournal.com]

Sorry, but I'm not into that.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ What if he bangs his head off this wall? ] What do you want?

[ironmanic.livejournal.com]

I just told you- pay attention.

[He really DID want to just say hello~ Honest!]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Is this a trap? It feels like a trap. ] Right.

[ironmanic.livejournal.com]

I show a little compassion and friendliness, and no one believes me.

[yourbestguysgun]

'Cause I half expect you're waitin' to toss me in the oven t'eat me.

[ironmanic.livejournal.com]

Ridiculous. I don't cook.

[yourbestguysgun]

Y'can use one of those micro - [ Pause. ] Things, right?

[ironmanic.livejournal.com]

[...]

Right. Exactly- wow, you learn fast.

[yourbestguysgun]

Makes our lives a damn sight easier.

[ironmanic.livejournal.com]

Microwaves, buddy. Definitely better than pots and pans, but not as good as pizza delivery.

[yourbestguysgun]

Still don't beat some of the diner's down in Brookyln, that's for sure.