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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]

[Steve can't help but kiss back, his free arm going around Bucky's waist. This isn't pushing. This is sweet and slow and Steve is smiling, his eyes closed]

You keep doing that, and we'll never get anything done.

[yourbestguysgun]

Kinda the point.

[ Mischievous grin, which used to proceed someone falling out of a tree. ] Maybe I have to keep you away from your sketch pad, huh?

[punchedhitler]

[That smile is a killer, and Steve is kind of melting]

You'd hate having my attention all the time.

[yourbestguysgun]

Now where'd you get an idea like that? [ Smug. ] I bet I'd like your undivided attention.

[punchedhitler]

[He kisses Bucky again, this one a little more drawn out]

You'd go crazy. You'd end up telling me to get a hobby.

[yourbestguysgun]

I think your hobby should be kissing me, jus' saying.

[ Look, you are very attractive, okay? ] Besides, I'd let you out occasionally.

[punchedhitler]

Instead of just drawing you?

[A lot, just saying.]

[yourbestguysgun]

Well, yeah. Kissing me is much more fun.

[punchedhitler]

I don't think I'm allowed to disagree when you're in my lap like this.

[Because if Bucky shifts even a little forward he's gonna find out something about Cap he didn't know before.]

So I think I'll go with yes.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ You better be pleased to see him, Steve. Or he'll throw himself out the window.

Grinning. ] I'd only hurt ya a little if you said no.

[punchedhitler]

[No, no windows, no heights.]

I don't know, I do like to draw.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Punching him in the shoulder. ] See.

[punchedhitler]

[Steve takes the punching hand in his own and leans forward for another kiss]

Yeah, I see a lot.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Grinning against the kiss, Bucky just winds his fingers in the shorter strands of hair at the nape of his neck. ]

Maybe I'm just conditionin' you to know not kissing me results in pain. If I keep hitting you, it's gotta work sometime.

[punchedhitler]

I'm not a dog, Bucky. You can't train me like one.

[Not that Bucky would ever hit a dog]

[yourbestguysgun]

I can try.

[punchedhitler]

Did this work for any of the dames you were with?

[Steve is legit curious as most of them pretty much ignored him]

[yourbestguysgun]

So far, you're the only one who's ever put up a fight.

[ But he says it affectionately, because Bucky wouldn't change this, tugging on the ends of his hair lightly. ] Too damn stubborn.

[punchedhitler]

You've had things too easy.

[Although honestly Steve would do anything to keep Bucky happy, so.]

[yourbestguysgun]

So you're saying I'm not just charming?

[punchedhitler]

I'm not saying that.

[Because he is charming]

[yourbestguysgun]

Well, good. Can't have you bruisin' my ego.

[punchedhitler]

I've been bruising your ego since you were eight, if I stop now you'll get complacent.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Laughing at that. ] Oh, I get it, keeping my down is your job.

[punchedhitler]

I can't trust the army to do it.