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[yourbestguysgun]

[ He's holding up a sugar dispenser, that's all the video feed consists of, Bucky's hand as he turns it around, watching the yellow grains turn over and over. ] Sand. [ Captain obvious, but he seems to figure there's something off about it. ] That's the third thing today that's had sand in it an' it's early hours yet.

[ And it is, he's in the diner pretty early, probably pleased that he doesn't take anything in his coffee. Hopefully it didn't have sand in it, but it looks so far, so good. Bucky needs that.

Because this is at least distracting, so what the hell. ] Anyone got any ideas?

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[punchedhitler]

You look like a ghost.

[Steve kind of wishes that Bucky didn't know how terrible it felt to know his best friend dies. It's not too bad, but they might need tweezers to get all the splinters out]

[yourbestguysgun]

You look like a jerk who broke our table.

[ He's mean because he loves, swatting him lightly up the back of the head. ] Stay here, I'll go get the first aid kit. [ Where the tweezers live. ]

[punchedhitler]

[Steve moves to the couch. Crepe looks properly ashamed of herself]

Aw, hey, this wasn't your fault.

[Yes, Steve is talking to the dog]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Calling out from the bathroom. ] Bite him, you'll feel better.

[punchedhitler]

You can do it for her.

[Crepe is sniffing the table and looking up at Steve. She still hasn't quite forgiven him for Peggy]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Don't traumatise his dog with ladies, Steve. ]

Well, if I did it, it'd be a whole different ballgame. [ Coming back with the first aid kit. ]

[punchedhitler]

[Steve amazing, doesn't blush. Maybe he's getting used to this]

Yeah, okay. Come on, master doctor, operate.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He'll try harder. ]

Jerk. [ Sitting beside him, Bucky flicks open the case, takes Steve's hand to gently move his arm for a better vantage point. ] I hate you.

[punchedhitler]

Not even a little.

[Steve lets himself be manhandled. After all it's not the first time]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ And if Bucky takes extra care, he refuses to mention it, lifting the tweezers free. ]

A whole lot.

The most, actually.

[punchedhitler]

I'll make sure we tell Hitler.

[yourbestguysgun]

Before or after you punch him for the hundredth time?

[punchedhitler]

I once had a little kid ask me-

[Pause as a particularly deep splinter comes out, he makes a face]

-why I just punched him and let the war go on.

I blame the comic book.

[yourbestguysgun]

Ruinin' little kid's lives everywhere, you punk.

[punchedhitler]

I told him my sidekick distracted me and he got away.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Concentrating for a moment to get another splinter out. ]

You're a role model now, huh?

[punchedhitler]

Yes.

[Steve makes a face]

So you can only call me a punk when we're in private.

[yourbestguysgun]

I'll try an' remember t'hold my tongue, can't give no promises though.

[punchedhitler]

Jerk.

[yourbestguysgun]

Uh huh. [ :3 ] You're still here, sucker.

[punchedhitler]

Are you done?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Checking him over. ] Yup.

[punchedhitler]

Thanks.

[Steve looks at their poor broken table and then back at Crepe, and then over at Bucky.]

....so, sorry.

[yourbestguysgun]

I was kiddin' about being annoyed, s'just a table.

[punchedhitler]

We're going to have to sweep. I wonder if Tony has a vacuum cleaner we can borrow.