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[yourbestguysgun]

[ He needs about twenty showers, a sandwich, and the coldest beer anyone has ever felt. But it's been weeks and he's not sure what happened to everyone, if his friends are all right. Bucky's not good with technology in the first place, and the signal was awful, he's too tired to scroll through messages.

So he might as well get everyone checked in before he crashes. ] I bet nobody round here wants to see the sight o' a sandcastle again, huh?

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[waitedforyears]

Yeah.

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[yourbestguysgun]

Fuck, Ames.

[ He doesn't know what to say. Neither of them are the greatest at this kind of thing. ] I'm sorry.

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[waitedforyears]

Yeah, I—

[ pause ] Pizza and vodka?

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[yourbestguysgun]

Yep.

Just uh - give me enough time to wash the sand off me, okay? I'd come straight away, but I don't wanna leave it everywhere.

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[waitedforyears]

Yeah, all right.

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[yourbestguysgun]

I'll be over as soon as I can.

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[waitedforyears]

'm not going anywhere.

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[yourbestguysgun]

Hang in there, Ames. [ Cutting off the device. ]