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[latenightfondue]

[ A solemn looking man with a serious expression appears on the screen, an impressive fountain in the distance behind him, and the sounds of rushing water carrying over the feed. He's wearing a white turtleneck jumper with a suede coat, brown hair looking flat and dark circles ring his eyes. ]

There goes the search for Cap. [ He sounds defeated, which rarely happens, but he says it with a sarcastic tone, masking the weight he carries with him for so far failing to find Steve in the wreckage.

He fiddles around with the device as he looks directly at it, now, rather than at the surroundings around him. ] So, anyone out there gonna fill me in on what the hell's goin' on 'round here or do I gotta figure it out for myself?

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[yourbestguysgun]

Well clearly you're the exception.

[ The coffee shop isn't too far, and Bucky holds the door open for him even though he kind of looks annoyed that he's doing it. ]

[ action ] no one will notice. >.>

[latenightfondue]

Never realised you felt so strongly towards me, pal.

[ Unable to stop the smirk from breaking loose, he does a bad attempt at a curtsy and goes on ahead, glad of the warmth inside. ] How d'you get your hands on money in this place, then?

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[yourbestguysgun]

You get a job.

[ Waving a hand. ] Relax, it's on me this time. If you stick around past the weekend then you're gonna have'ta deal with it by yourself. What're you having?

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[latenightfondue]

Guess this means I owe you one.

[ Looking at the menu at the back, making a face. ] What's with all the foam? Give me the blackest coffee, straight up, no frills.

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[yourbestguysgun]

[ Holding two fingers up to the waitress to mean he wants one too. He doesn't have to talk to people if he doesn't want. Ushering Howard towards a table when he grabs the coffee.

... Technically, Howard's probably like a superior, so that's why, okay? ] Here.

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[latenightfondue]

[ Howard says nothing as he's pushes towards a table and takes a seat, making himself more than comfortable, but the smirk on his face says more than enough.

Warming his hands around the coffee. ] This sure is cosy. So, come on, giving it to me straight. What've I missed?

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[yourbestguysgun]

I dunno, when you from?

[ Tapping his fingers against the mug. ] Ain't much to tell anyhow, I was on a mission, then I was here, Steve was already settled in.

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[latenightfondue]

[ He's going to subtly ignore this question because if he opens his mouth to answer anything could come out, and he did - sort of - promise Steve he wouldn't spill. ]

The two'a you shacked up together? [ Something Steve said made him suspicious. ] Gonna try get a place nearby, keep the old gang together and all that.

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[yourbestguysgun]

Yeah, we live together. [ Deadpan, so deadpan. Nothing to be suspicious of. ] We've known each other our whole lives, why wouldn't we?

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[latenightfondue]

[ Have an eyebrow raise anyway, Bucky, because he's on to you. ] Hey, hey, no need to get so defensive. Can't a guy ask a simple question?

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[yourbestguysgun]

[ Eyeroll to communicate how unimpressed he is. ] Yeah, whatever.

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[latenightfondue]

Come on, Barney, don't be like that. [ Look, he even slurps his coffee infuriatingly. ]

So, what you guys do for dough?

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[yourbestguysgun]

If you call me that again I will personally cut your tongue out, Stark.

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Told you, get a job, if you're still here on Monday you're gonna have'ta look. I'm a cop.

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[latenightfondue]

And here I thought my mouth being near you was the last thing you wanted. [ Smug, he is so smug, and his eyebrows keep wiggling.

And now he's just going to stare. And a little longer. ] ...You're'a cop? Of all the things you could'a picked and you go for a cop? [ Leaning in, voice lowering. ] Between you and me, it's 'cause he digs the uniform, right?

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[yourbestguysgun]

[ Bucky's insides go cold for a moment. Howard can't know, he can't possibly, it's not like it's written all over his face. But he could - fuck. ]

I don't know what you're talking about, Stark.

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[latenightfondue]

Anyone ever tell you you're a bad liar? But, hey, speaking'a uniforms, Cap still got his with him? Thought'a never seeing it again makes me cry inside.

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[yourbestguysgun]

[ He is not going to punch Howard in a cafe, he is not going to punch Howard in a cafe. ]

Why would y'be worried about not seein' his uniform again?

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[latenightfondue]

[ Casual shrug, too casual, especially with the strange expression to go with it as he takes a swallow of coffee. ]

Put a lotta work into that thing, pal.

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[yourbestguysgun]

It ain't like he's plannin' to leave it behind anywhere.

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[latenightfondue]

[ Huffing a laugh. ] 'Course he ain't, the two'a 'em are one in the same. That's what I'm worried about.

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[yourbestguysgun]

Y'plannin' on leaving him by the side of the road?

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[latenightfondue]

Think he's a little big for that, someone might see.

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[yourbestguysgun]

You talk weird sometimes.

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[latenightfondue]

Hey, it adds character, or, something. [ Subtle. ] So, a cop, huh? That's gotta be fun.

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[yourbestguysgun]

It's an all right job, beats doin' anything with a desk.