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[sidecars]

"Hey, doll. Need a repeat of last night? Leave me a message!"

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audio; a few hours after the rain won't stop

[redactions]

Hey, it's me. Check in.

audio;

[sidecars]

You're pretty bossy, Sarge.

[ Yep, that's what you're being called. It gives him something to aspire to and rub your face in once he gets promoted. ]

So what's the word? Besides the fact that this sucks.

[ He's heard some bizarre stuff about this place already. You would think weather would be a natural occurrence, but apparently not here. So, what's to be done? He sure as hell doesn't come up with the plans. Here and there Bucky's helped those who got caught in the initial flash flood, but that's easy stuff. Real strategy eludes him; he's better suited following others'. ]

audio; six hours after apartment collapse

[bokator]

Hey.

[ She puts effort into sounding generally unconcerned with the situation. ]

What're you wearing?

audio;

[sidecars]

Hey.

[ He's glad to hear form her, but her next question isn't what he expected. ]

Uhh...

[ Out of habit he looks down, even though he knows what he's wearing. Bucky came back not long ago after a successful spelunking expedition into other sectors. ]

I wish I had a better answer than tights right now. Please tell me you got one...

audio;

[redactions]

[ Long silence, then, ]

You got a minute?

audio;

[sidecars]

You mean between the rock and hard place?

[ Ho ho ho he is forever taking nothing seriously. ]

Yeah, sure.

action;

[enshields]

[Steve shows up on Bucky's doorstep with the closest thing to apple pie he can make in Haven. It's not the best imitation, but it's-- passable, though it was cooked in a tin can. He knocks once, and just sort of. Stands awkwardly, waiting for the kid to open the door.]

action;

[sidecars]

[ Bucky is almost never in his house. There's nothing there to entertain him, and everyone he knows is just as outgoing as he is. Everyone's out doing. But he's not today. The last few nights haven't been too great for sleeping. He keeps waking up from dreams or unable to turn his mind off to actually rest. So, he's been taking naps during the day like an old fart.

When he hears the knock he frowns, eyes still closed. Who comes to a person's house these days? You can do everything through the little swanky device. Secondly, who knocks only once? Nothing else makes a sound in the house, so he assumes he's alone. The burden falls to him to tell this asshole to shush.

Rolling out of bed in his jeans and shirt, he opens the door without really considering who it will be. Hell, he's already ranting before he even gets the door open. ]

... one's here, and some of us are sl--

[ Oh God. His first reaction is to start closing the door, but what's that going to actually stop? Especially someone as bullheaded as Steve Rogers. So he pulls it back where it was, makes a disgusted noise like his mother's forcibly dragging him through another round at a department store, and walks back inside. He expects Steve'll follow. ]

audio;

[redactions]

Hey.

[ There's been enough space here, in his opinion, time to get the kid to come home. ]

You free tomorrow?

audio;

[sidecars]

Well... Let me get my planner out here.

[ Since his rather successful talk with Steve, Bucky figures it's only a matter of time before Sarge gave him a ring too. ]

Let's see... After my soiree with the subway tunnels, I think I can make myself available. If the price is right.

voicemail

[webcast]

Why is your answering machine—...



No, never mind.

Bucky, I wanted to talk to you about. Y'know. A lot of stuff. Anything; everything. Can I come over, if you're not too busy? I really don't know who else to bother, you've always been pretty tolerant of my... antics...

Yeah, so.

Lemme know.

oh god this is already horrible

[sidecars]

Spidey... Yeah, you can come over. No one's over here, so that's fine. Or I can come over there! Do you want--I mean is that easier? I can... Which ever...

hi yes MoM text;

[girlwithout]

Uh, this is a weird question, but are you still... eighteen?

text; 1/2

[sidecars]

that is a weird question

text; 2/2

[sidecars]

yeah i am

text | mask or menace

[selfequipped]

Sooooo Mr. Barnes, I may have heard about a little brawl you got into.

text

[sidecars]

yeah you and half of De Chima.

text

[aggressiveapathy]

Rosie to Sam Jr
you're our only hope

text

[sidecars]

[ Sam Jr.? Ha, alright! That'll work. ]

Yeah for what, Rosie? Does it involve Russians?

[ Please say it involves Russians! ]

Voice; early April

[takethestairs]

[Ugh, what a tacky voicemail message. Is this such a good idea? No matter, he's already made the call, he might as well finish it. Edeworth clears his throat and begins]

Bucky Barnes? This is Miles Edgeworth. I was told to contact you regarding the... swing dancing lessons? [Yeahhhh not even going to bother mentioning the other prizes he received] Call me back as soon as possible.

Voice

[sidecars]

[ What, you didn't like the pin-up? Man, that shit was tasteful as hell!! ]

Mr. Edgeworth! Bucky Barnes, sure good to hear from ya! Right, so, the swing lessons... [ Yeah, he totally hadn't forgotten about that dumb auction package his ad agency put together for him. Noope, not at all! ] Do you have any, like, experience? Or will this be completely new?

text

[hilt]

Your lessons have paid off. I must thank you.

text

[sidecars]

Oh yeah?
Did you stick someone good?

text;

[noassgardian]

So, I was thinking of checking out this bar tonight. You wanna come with?

text;

[sidecars]

Is that a serious question?
Of course I do!

Where and what time?

CONT'D beach aftermath, NSFW!

[devorare]

((cont'd from here!))


[ curtis makes a wordless noise, halfway between a hum and a purr as bucky strokes him like a pet, and changes his grip so that he's just teasing the very head of bucky's cock with his thumb, rubbing over the slit gently. his mouth is an insistent pressure on the stiff little bud of bucky's nipple, his beard scraping lightly over his skin as he nurses.

it's only after he's left both nipples swollen and wet and raw that he finally lifts his head and nuzzles down to bucky's stomach, slowly heading south if he's permitted. ]

[sidecars]

[ Without Curtis' attention, his chest grows sore and throbs in time with his pulse. Bucky doesn't mind, though. He's headed down to more interesting places, encouraging him with his hands as they push him along firmly. ]

Yeah, that's it. That's, ha, so good. Atta, Tiger...

[ Spreading his knees, he hooks a leg around the man's shoulder with familiar ease. He'd never admit it, but there's no place he would rather Curtis be. It's careful and rough at the same time, and he's ruined the experience with anyone else. You just can't beat the rough scrape of that beard. It's a little addicting. ]