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[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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?
→ i woke up i was stuck in a dream
Dec. 14th, 2011 03:33 pm[ 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. ]
