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→ cover me in rag and bone sympathy
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Character: Sgt. James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes
Fandom: Captain America: The First Avenger
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poly_chromaticAbout: Wikipedia, Wikia, & IMDB Quotes.
Musebox: Here.
Character: Sgt. James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes
Fandom: Captain America: The First Avenger
Community:
poly_chromaticAbout: Wikipedia, Wikia, & IMDB Quotes.
Musebox: Here.
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→ the music that haunts this town
"... What do you mean record a message? Ain't the whole point it bein' the other way round. Stupid piece o' --."
☎ Call
☏ Text
✔ Voicemail
[ ooc: action is also a-okay, if you know where to find him. :) ]
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→ 'cause i will be the ghost who lives at your side
Mundane Contact Post
If an email is needed, feel free to PM me and I will be able to send it over to you, the same with how to contact me on MSN.
Personal Journal:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spitfired
Aim: brokebackmutant
Plurk: onamerrychase
[ ooc: If you add me anywhere, let me know, because I usually don't add people I don't know unless I can see where they're from. ]
If an email is needed, feel free to PM me and I will be able to send it over to you, the same with how to contact me on MSN.
Personal Journal:
spitfiredAim: brokebackmutant
Plurk: onamerrychase
[ ooc: If you add me anywhere, let me know, because I usually don't add people I don't know unless I can see where they're from. ]
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→ i've been dancing on this killing floor for years
Personal Crit Post.
If you have questions or concerns about the way I play Bucky, or if you want to make suggestions or discuss any ideas that you may have, this is the place. Anything is welcome, especially constructive criticism, so feel free to leave your thoughts. Anon on. Comments are screened.
If you have questions or concerns about the way I play Bucky, or if you want to make suggestions or discuss any ideas that you may have, this is the place. Anything is welcome, especially constructive criticism, so feel free to leave your thoughts. Anon on. Comments are screened.
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Entry tags:
→ darling you're with me, always around me
Verse & Tracking Post
Comment here if you’d like a verse with this character.
bakerstreet
→ 10.08.13 ( tfln meme ).
→ 10.08.13 ( tfln withchernaya ).
→ 20.10.13 ( picture prompt withmetabolic ).
→ 09.11.13 ( smutty picture prompt meme)
→ 11.01.13 ( tfln withsonjustdont ).
( show me love, show me love. )
Comment here if you’d like a verse with this character.
bakerstreet→ 10.08.13 ( tfln meme ).
→ 10.08.13 ( tfln with
chernaya ).→ 20.10.13 ( picture prompt with
metabolic ).→ 09.11.13 ( smutty picture prompt meme)
→ 11.01.13 ( tfln with
sonjustdont ).( show me love, show me love. )
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→ falling from high places, falling through low spaces
[ Locked to akidfrombrooklyn. Nowhere To Go. ]
( now that we're lonely, now that there's nowhere to go. )
akidfrombrooklyn. Nowhere To Go. ] ( now that we're lonely, now that there's nowhere to go. )
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→ you and i get so damn dysfunctional we start keeping score
[ The feed kicks in with the grey of Bucky's sweater being held over the video camera. He's muttering to himself, clearly doesn't get that key-smashing still results in the device being turned on. The television's playing low in the corner of the room, and he huffs. The pancakes are almost done, and if he's being honest with himself, he's pretty impressed. They're not perfect, but for once, nobody's fallen down sick from just smelling them, so it's good. Glancing up at the screen where the woman is still giving out instructions in her chirpy little voice. Bucky grins, the curve of his mouth a little awkward from the angle of the phone. ]
All right, here goes nothing.
[ Moving to flip the pancakes is easy, but what he doesn't notice is the he's knocked the kitchen roll flat against the hob where it catches fire. Flame flickers against the edge of the video, catching the soldier's attention. There's a clang, Bucky firing the pan on the side where the pancakes slide free on to the counter. Wasted effort there then. ] Shit.
[ The nearest thing to him is his coffee mug, and Bucky's never really been the brightest bulb, so he fires the contents over the kitchen roll, leaving coffee dripping everywhere. ] Awh hell.
All right, here goes nothing.
[ Moving to flip the pancakes is easy, but what he doesn't notice is the he's knocked the kitchen roll flat against the hob where it catches fire. Flame flickers against the edge of the video, catching the soldier's attention. There's a clang, Bucky firing the pan on the side where the pancakes slide free on to the counter. Wasted effort there then. ] Shit.
[ The nearest thing to him is his coffee mug, and Bucky's never really been the brightest bulb, so he fires the contents over the kitchen roll, leaving coffee dripping everywhere. ] Awh hell.
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→ i know we'll make it anywhere away from here
[ 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. ]
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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→ my my cold hearted child tell me how you feel
[ Bucky's feed kicks in, a candy-cane being twirled around his fingers before he aims it at the camera, a noise like a gun going off out of the corner of his mouth. Then he laughs, something low and dirty sounding. ]
Okay, it's official guys, gals, and otherwise, I've hit the bored as sin threshold on the festive period. I'm about to start linin' up the decorations and usin' them for target practice.o down well, yeah? Don't think that'd go down well with the good ol' Captain. [ Which explains the candy cane gun then, but Bucky's shaking his head for a moment. ] Anyone got any ideas?
Okay, it's official guys, gals, and otherwise, I've hit the bored as sin threshold on the festive period. I'm about to start linin' up the decorations and usin' them for target practice.o down well, yeah? Don't think that'd go down well with the good ol' Captain. [ Which explains the candy cane gun then, but Bucky's shaking his head for a moment. ] Anyone got any ideas?
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→ i woke up i was stuck in a dream
[ At least this curse is helping Bucky with the whole lack of typing thing, but he mightn't be able to remember how to do it come tomorrow. ]
Nice
» Helping Sister Andrea,
» Looking after Steve.
» Working for Frank for three years.
» Fighting for my country.
Naughty
» That kid's nose I broke.
» Tracy Lane's dress and that glass of Guiness.
» Pickpocketing.
» Dropping Steve's art-pad in the puddle when we were fifteen.
» Losing his art-pad when we were sixteen.
» Leaving his bag on the Subway.
» Lying about all of that.
» The month of fights I caused in Joey's.
» Dragging Steve in to those.
» Pawning Dad's ring.
» Lying.
» Killing. Somebody had to, but it don't make me any better.
» Every single thought I've had about -
[ The feed dies just before Bucky finishes, mostly because he's thrown it from him to stop the curse. It lands up against the door, leaving him frowning. ]
Nice
» Helping Sister Andrea,
» Looking after Steve.
» Working for Frank for three years.
» Fighting for my country.
Naughty
» That kid's nose I broke.
» Tracy Lane's dress and that glass of Guiness.
» Pickpocketing.
» Dropping Steve's art-pad in the puddle when we were fifteen.
» Losing his art-pad when we were sixteen.
» Leaving his bag on the Subway.
» Lying about all of that.
» The month of fights I caused in Joey's.
» Dragging Steve in to those.
» Pawning Dad's ring.
» Lying.
» Killing. Somebody had to, but it don't make me any better.
» Every single thought I've had about -
[ The feed dies just before Bucky finishes, mostly because he's thrown it from him to stop the curse. It lands up against the door, leaving him frowning. ]
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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. ))
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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→ you get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
[ There's a clear view of the Rogers-Barnes kitchen coming through on the feed, Bucky hunched over the counter with a pen and a pad of paper, a half bitten pen between his fingers. He scrawls for a minute before it ends up propped by a coffee mug for the whole world to see. Why, he has no idea, it just feels like a good idea at the time. ]
Dear Santa,
Sorry I told Steve y'weren't real when we were eight, okay buddy? It was a mistake, but Johnny did tell me first, so I can't be blamed for the big fuss it caused, right? Anyway, I figure as it is the season an' all, I should write.
For Christmas I kinda only want like a few things, so don't worry.
A carton of those fancy cigarettes Jones smokes, cause I kinda miss the taste.
A bagel from Marcy's Diner, that's impossible, I got it, but you don't get good cream cheese here like Marcy does.
My Johnson. I guess Santa don't know much about guns, so it's the M1941. We served well together. And I want mine, not just anyones, it's kinda important.
For the people I care about to catch a break, okay?
I want Steve to have a good Christmas. Yeah, I don't care, he's usually sick, or alone, or working, and then there's the war, and I just want him to have a good time, so you can ignore the crap I've written there if you do this one thing for me. If anyone can swing it, it'd be you.
Thanks,
J. Barnes.
[ There's a moment of silence as it all finally registers, and Bucky starts swearing. ] Oh, you've got to be fuckin' kiddin' me, what is this crap?
[ Then the pad is snatched up, Bucky's hand hovering in place holding an old silver lighter, and the whole thing goes up in smoke. ] Shit. [ Feed snapped off. ]
Dear Santa,
Sorry I told Steve y'weren't real when we were eight, okay buddy? It was a mistake, but Johnny did tell me first, so I can't be blamed for the big fuss it caused, right? Anyway, I figure as it is the season an' all, I should write.
For Christmas I kinda only want like a few things, so don't worry.
A carton of those fancy cigarettes Jones smokes, cause I kinda miss the taste.
A bagel from Marcy's Diner, that's impossible, I got it, but you don't get good cream cheese here like Marcy does.
My Johnson. I guess Santa don't know much about guns, so it's the M1941. We served well together. And I want mine, not just anyones, it's kinda important.
For the people I care about to catch a break, okay?
I want Steve to have a good Christmas. Yeah, I don't care, he's usually sick, or alone, or working, and then there's the war, and I just want him to have a good time, so you can ignore the crap I've written there if you do this one thing for me. If anyone can swing it, it'd be you.
Thanks,
J. Barnes.
[ There's a moment of silence as it all finally registers, and Bucky starts swearing. ] Oh, you've got to be fuckin' kiddin' me, what is this crap?
[ Then the pad is snatched up, Bucky's hand hovering in place holding an old silver lighter, and the whole thing goes up in smoke. ] Shit. [ Feed snapped off. ]
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→ time after time i think it's just no good
[ Bucky's quiet at Steve's side, picking through the woods with his pack and his gun slung over his back. The silence is uncharacteristic, but his mind is still burning with last night, the low churning feeling in his stomach difficult to do away with, the shame and punch-drunk hysteria clawing up his throat so that he doesn't say much, occasionally watches the line of Steve's shoulders as he walks, takes the profile of his friend in out of the corner of his eye. He's gorgeous, Bucky's not blind, but he's always been good-looking in his eyes, half the reason why he brought all those dames along on dates, because he couldn't quite see why someone wouldn't want him. And they hadn't, and he'd hated each one, because they had the chance and didn't take it, and Bucky would kill to have that.
Sometimes Bucky can't bear it, just wants to drag his fingers through Steve's hair, force him down to his mouth, kiss him stupid like he's been wanting to all these years, even before they made him perfect. Because Bucky doesn't want perfect, he just wants Steve, wants to do unnameable things to his best friend, wants to covet and keep and protect, and he knows he shouldn't, that what he wants from him isn't what he's allowed and Bucky should really let that go, shouldn't he?
At least they're going back to camp, he can get drunk, lick his wounds, probably find someone just as messed up as he is. He knows for a fact there's a blonde cadet that keeps eyeing him up, and sometimes it's easier to just pretend than try to work it out. Because Steve hit it on the head, this is gonna kill him.
And he'd probably let it. ] Is it me, or is it real quiet out?
Sometimes Bucky can't bear it, just wants to drag his fingers through Steve's hair, force him down to his mouth, kiss him stupid like he's been wanting to all these years, even before they made him perfect. Because Bucky doesn't want perfect, he just wants Steve, wants to do unnameable things to his best friend, wants to covet and keep and protect, and he knows he shouldn't, that what he wants from him isn't what he's allowed and Bucky should really let that go, shouldn't he?
At least they're going back to camp, he can get drunk, lick his wounds, probably find someone just as messed up as he is. He knows for a fact there's a blonde cadet that keeps eyeing him up, and sometimes it's easier to just pretend than try to work it out. Because Steve hit it on the head, this is gonna kill him.
And he'd probably let it. ] Is it me, or is it real quiet out?
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→ it's a terrible love and i'm walking through spiders
-- Damn, maybe I should'a paid attention in Sunday school after all.
[ Bucky's feed is a little hazy, like he's outside and also running but where to, and towards what, it's not quite clear. There's a laugh in his voice, something kind of breathless and rough, 'cause Bucky's from the school of laugh at it until it kills you and he's not going to change now. Especially when they've taken someone Bucky actually gives a crap about. Then he gets really pissed, drops all of that smiling, charming, Bucky Barnes and becomes this. ]
Ain't anybody told you there ain't much point cryin' over spilt milk? Sonova-
[ Which gets almost cut in half at the sound of a gun firing a round and complete and utter silence for a moment. ]
Well, made me feel better anyhow. Anyone got a sledgehammer t'give these things a proper fuckin' welcome?
[ Bucky's feed is a little hazy, like he's outside and also running but where to, and towards what, it's not quite clear. There's a laugh in his voice, something kind of breathless and rough, 'cause Bucky's from the school of laugh at it until it kills you and he's not going to change now. Especially when they've taken someone Bucky actually gives a crap about. Then he gets really pissed, drops all of that smiling, charming, Bucky Barnes and becomes this. ]
Ain't anybody told you there ain't much point cryin' over spilt milk? Sonova-
[ Which gets almost cut in half at the sound of a gun firing a round and complete and utter silence for a moment. ]
Well, made me feel better anyhow. Anyone got a sledgehammer t'give these things a proper fuckin' welcome?
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→ you got wires going in, you got wires coming out of your skin
[ The feed starts out with Bucky's voice, soft and a little different, the kind only used around small children, animals, and very occasionally when he's very drunk, Steve. Then there's a blur of colour, as Hypnos steps off the device and to where Bucky's sitting on Charlie's floor, back to the sofa. He's got one knee crooked so his elbow is resting on it, the other hand tapping the ground enticingly.
Bucky thinks cat toys are weird, so he's mostly trailing a string the same green as his sweater, frayed sleeve pushed up by his elbow. He doesn't seem aware that his device is even on, because he probably wouldn't be so unguarded, calling the cat with a cluck of his tongue. ] C'mon, killer. Y'gotta learn these natural instincts some day or other. How else y'gonna protect your Mom's home, huh? [ Tugging the string slightly, like talking to a cat is just fine and dandy. ] We'll learn it, and then you'll be the meanest cat around, y'here? All those other cats, they'll just run the opposite way, 'cause you rule the roost round here, yeah?
[ Okay. Maybe Bucky always wanted a pet. Sue him. And maybe Hypnos is following the path of it now, so score one for the soldier. ]
Bucky thinks cat toys are weird, so he's mostly trailing a string the same green as his sweater, frayed sleeve pushed up by his elbow. He doesn't seem aware that his device is even on, because he probably wouldn't be so unguarded, calling the cat with a cluck of his tongue. ] C'mon, killer. Y'gotta learn these natural instincts some day or other. How else y'gonna protect your Mom's home, huh? [ Tugging the string slightly, like talking to a cat is just fine and dandy. ] We'll learn it, and then you'll be the meanest cat around, y'here? All those other cats, they'll just run the opposite way, 'cause you rule the roost round here, yeah?
[ Okay. Maybe Bucky always wanted a pet. Sue him. And maybe Hypnos is following the path of it now, so score one for the soldier. ]
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→ i was far away
[ So. Bucky needs a job. And possibly a new place to stay because he can't keep forcing Steve out to the couch every night. It's hardly sporting, is it? And Bucky's not the kinda guy who'd make his best friend uncomfortable.
Which is why he's here on video, on general instruction. ] So - uh. I hear this is how you do it. I'm looking for a job. I'm an - well - ex-sergeant, I guess? Punching is so far my greatest skill. [ With a slight roguish grin. ] I'm strong, resourceful, can work a whole heap of hours.
[ Rubbing the back of his neck slightly, a huff of a laugh escaping him. ] Anyone out for hired muscle?
[ He goes to switch the device off before catching himself. ] Oh, and 'fore I forget, how does the whole moving thing work around here? 'Cause I can't see no rhyme nor reason to it all. Figure I jus' need to be filled in.
And that's all for now, kids. [ Switching off. ]
Which is why he's here on video, on general instruction. ] So - uh. I hear this is how you do it. I'm looking for a job. I'm an - well - ex-sergeant, I guess? Punching is so far my greatest skill. [ With a slight roguish grin. ] I'm strong, resourceful, can work a whole heap of hours.
[ Rubbing the back of his neck slightly, a huff of a laugh escaping him. ] Anyone out for hired muscle?
[ He goes to switch the device off before catching himself. ] Oh, and 'fore I forget, how does the whole moving thing work around here? 'Cause I can't see no rhyme nor reason to it all. Figure I jus' need to be filled in.
And that's all for now, kids. [ Switching off. ]
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→ every second more unprepared
[ The city, well - it's going to take some getting used to. Bucky's no stranger to that, he's been to foreign fields before. But this is new, a bit unnerving. He's already had the living daylights scared out of him twice by the television, and he's still not getting used to the device he has to cart around.
A soldier does not want sudden voices coming out of his pocket, okay? That stuff leads to all sorts of trouble.
But he's trying to get the lay of the land now, ambling around the streets with a careful kind of ease. Bucky looks harmless, but he's not, is mapping it out even now as he sits on a bench, feels down his pockets for something. He wonders if maybe he turned up with smokes still in his jacket or if he's going to have to work out the monetary system around here. That's not going to be cool.
It's this patting that leads to the tinny music coming out of his pocket. Charlie's iPod. This is what he gets for holding on to things and then leaving with them. Lifting it out by the wire of her headphones and holding it, staring a little blankly at the thing. He pulls it closer, a frown flickering across his face.
What is The Creep, and how does one do it? ]
'the hell?
A soldier does not want sudden voices coming out of his pocket, okay? That stuff leads to all sorts of trouble.
But he's trying to get the lay of the land now, ambling around the streets with a careful kind of ease. Bucky looks harmless, but he's not, is mapping it out even now as he sits on a bench, feels down his pockets for something. He wonders if maybe he turned up with smokes still in his jacket or if he's going to have to work out the monetary system around here. That's not going to be cool.
It's this patting that leads to the tinny music coming out of his pocket. Charlie's iPod. This is what he gets for holding on to things and then leaving with them. Lifting it out by the wire of her headphones and holding it, staring a little blankly at the thing. He pulls it closer, a frown flickering across his face.
What is The Creep, and how does one do it? ]
'the hell?
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→ fractured moonlight on the sea
[ There's nothing but static coming from somewhere for a long time before the video feed filters in, someone's gloved finger stuck over the lens and a close-up of dark blue fabric. Whoever it is seems to be handling the device badly, clumsy like he's not sure what it is, or does, proven by the fact he almost drops it, gives a flash of his holster in the process. ]
- the hell?
[ It's placed down on some sort of surface, hard and jolting, and the feed kicks back in to an image of a disgruntled looking guy pulling said glove off with his teeth, words muffled to begin with. ] Future my ass. What is this crap? Hey - uh - wait, is this thing working? It doesn’t need like an aerial, does it? [ The sound of more rustling. ] Stark, if you do not get down here and explain this doohickey to me, I will kick your yellow ass from here back to Brooklyn, y’get me-? Just ‘cause our boy's keen on you don’t mean I have to, or that I have to trust the rubbish you thrust on us.
[ More silence, well, maybe he's realising he's not in Kansas anymore. Which is when he picks it back up, giving a close up of half of his face. ] Hello-? Seriously, this ain’t funny, okay? I got places to be, Nazis to beat up, can’t be sitting round here all the time. Cap needs me, so if you could just -.
[ Huffing out a sigh. ] Well, damn.
- the hell?
[ It's placed down on some sort of surface, hard and jolting, and the feed kicks back in to an image of a disgruntled looking guy pulling said glove off with his teeth, words muffled to begin with. ] Future my ass. What is this crap? Hey - uh - wait, is this thing working? It doesn’t need like an aerial, does it? [ The sound of more rustling. ] Stark, if you do not get down here and explain this doohickey to me, I will kick your yellow ass from here back to Brooklyn, y’get me-? Just ‘cause our boy's keen on you don’t mean I have to, or that I have to trust the rubbish you thrust on us.
[ More silence, well, maybe he's realising he's not in Kansas anymore. Which is when he picks it back up, giving a close up of half of his face. ] Hello-? Seriously, this ain’t funny, okay? I got places to be, Nazis to beat up, can’t be sitting round here all the time. Cap needs me, so if you could just -.
[ Huffing out a sigh. ] Well, damn.