[ video 15 ]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ When the feed kicks in, Bucky looks more than a little bemused but pleased. Figuring out that it's curse day had been pretty easy, and at least her prefers this to the last few. In The Mood woke him up pretty early, but it's the kind of song that can't be unpleasant, and his grin kicks in. ]

Now this is music boys and gals. It actually sounds good. And you sure can dance to it.

[ Pause as it starts up again. ] And hey, it could be worse. Least it ain't This Is The Army, Mr. Jones. You guys don't know how much that follows a person around. It's blasting out'a every dance hall and you can't hustle up a group to it no matter how hard y'try. [ A long beat. ] Awh hell, now it's stuck in my head. It's been out for a year and it bugs the crap out of me. That an' Kiss Me Goodnight, Sergeant Major. This guy I know, Falsworth, he just keeps loopin' it around every mornin' when a guy's trying to get some shut eye. Good soldier, punk taste in music.

[ There is genuine fondness in Bucky's tone, because as much as he cherishes his time here, it's nice to think of home. He doesn't care if it's making him come off as some backward jerk either, he's enjoying it. ] And if this stuff starts blarin' the Andrew Sisters, I'll let you know.

Comments

[punchedhitler]

But not to Howard Stark?

[yourbestguysgun]

Nope. That'd be offensive.

[punchedhitler]

[A laugh, and Steve takes the crossword]

Want to go to the park with me and the Andrews Sisters, Crepe?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Barking, trying to wriggle up on the couch too. ]

I think the lady is saying yes.

[punchedhitler]

Come on, Bucky, let's go.

[He doesn't even get a coat. This is a nice day today.]

[yourbestguysgun]

Jus' call me the walking radio, why don't ya?

[ But his smile widens even as Vera Lynn starts playing. Bucky likes this one, makes him think about hope, side-eyes Steve speculatively. ] Lemme get her lead.

[punchedhitler]

Sure, I could.

[He waits for Bucky; Crepe is dancing when she sees her lead]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Clipping her lead on. Making sure he's got everything. ] Lead on, Cap.

[punchedhitler]

[He leads them out of the apartment]

I could almost sing along to this song.

[yourbestguysgun]

Yeah? Y'miss your callin' as a swing man, huh?

[punchedhitler]

Nah, I'm terrible onstage.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Sneaky. ] S'not what I heard.

[punchedhitler]

I thought you didn't believe anything Stark said.

[yourbestguysgun]

Hey, I heard about your little show from some of the other guys back home.

[punchedhitler]

[He just looks over]

Every bond you buy is a bullet in the barrel of your best guy's gun.

Happy?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Cuffing him on the back of the head. ] Hey, I'd buy 'em. [ Side-eye. ] But then I'm a sucker for a pretty face.

[punchedhitler]

That explains so much.

[He tosses a smirky grin Bucky's way.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Snorting. ] Hey, s'not like I keep it a secret.

[punchedhitler]

[Crepe barks! She wants off her leash so she can run]

Everyone in Brooklyn knew, except Mary Cooper.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Stooping to let her free after he checks out the place. They're fine. ] She only liked nasty guys anyhow.

[punchedhitler]

You know she sent me a letter? She saw my show, and sent a letter about how we should have lunch.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Arching an eyebrow. ] Either she's changed or all those muscles are givin' her the wrong impression.

[punchedhitler]

I don't know. It was about how she would like to have lunch with me and how much she missed me around the neighborhood.

[Pause.]

I didn't answer.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Pulling a face. ] Probably a good thing too.

[punchedhitler]

Well honestly I didn't know what to say? Remind her that once she threw a glass of Coca Cola on me?

[Oops. Did Bucky know about that?]