( audio 16 )

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He doesn’t really want to make a big deal of it, there’s no point, and he already feels kind of awkward about it. So Bucky’s network post is short, to the point, because he’s too tired to make it anything else. ]

Hey, so uh -- I’m not dead. Just figured people should know that. In case they were curious. [ Sarcasm, thy name is Bucky. ] Howard, I need to talk to you. In private, okay?

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[waitedforyears]

[ Just. Holding on for a moment. You died. She's so sick of losing people. ]

[yourbestguysgun]

Hey, hey. [ Trying to be soothing. He knows that dying has caused a lot of people undue stress, but somehow he kind of wishes it didn't matter. ]

M'here now, okay?

[waitedforyears]

[ Of course it matters, Bucky, you arse, you died and people care for you, that's why it matters. Pulling back enough to frown at him. ] Don't you ever do that again, or I'll hit even harder after.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Feeling slightly guilty at that. ] Nah, not plannin' to.

[waitedforyears]

I sure hope so. [ Okay, okay. She's fine. It's fine. You're not dead. ] Pizza? We can eat here so Steve can sit on you.