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[yourbestguysgun]

'm just gonna chalk this up to some future thing I don't get, but whatever it is, it ain't funny.

[ It's audio simply because Bucky doesn't quite want to broadcast I got tortured by HYDRA and all I got was this lousy t-shirt. He still has to go to work though, has to be a normal human being for once even if all he wants to do is set the damn thing on fire. Whether or not he's out of it is optional the mood he's in. ]

Anyone care t'explain it?

( ooc: feel free to run into him at any point if you want to. he will be the grumpiest, but it's good with me. )

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[punchedhitler]

Just a couple of calls. A couple of people making too much noise.

[He reaches for his mug]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ A slight smile. ]

The life of a fill-in Cop's glamorous, huh?

[punchedhitler]

That's a real generous way to say it.

[He takes a sip of his coffee and sits down at the table]

You're all right?

[yourbestguysgun]

I'm fine.

[ He's not. He wants to hit something.

But all he does do is lean against the counter, cradling the cup in his hands and trying not to see the lettering of his shirt out of the corner of his eye. ] Might go down to the Range after work though. Getting rusty.

[punchedhitler]

[Steve looks up for a second, slightly worried]

Gym just got in new punching bags, too.

[yourbestguysgun]

Yeah?

[ A sip of his too warm coffee. ] Are you banned from there yet?

[punchedhitler]

I pay for the punching bags.

[He's kind of sheepish about it, but serious, too.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Huffing a small laugh. ]

I'll leave 'em to you.

[punchedhitler]

[He huffs out a little, too.]

You want a boxing match?

[yourbestguysgun]

I want to survive until next week, sweetheart.

[ Placing his coffee cup down. ]

[punchedhitler]

I wouldn't hurt you.

[He takes another drink.]

[yourbestguysgun]

Wouldn't want you to hold back either.

[punchedhitler]

Gun range it is.

Do you want me there with you?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Lifting one shoulder. ]

I'm fine, Steve.

[punchedhitler]

I heard you the first time.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Kicking the leg of his chair lightly. ]

You worry too much, I'm just saying.

[punchedhitler]

Look who's talking.

[Bucky worries the most.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Wrapping his arms around Steve's shoulders suddenly, chin resting on his head because he can. ]

'Scuse me but I remember swearing on the baseball mitt that I would never worry about anythin' again, so you're a lying jerk.

[punchedhitler]

[It takes Steve a moment, and then his hand is on the small of Bucky's back]

You still worry.

[yourbestguysgun]

Nope.

[ Because he can pretend, can't he? If he keeps it up then he doesn't have to admit it to anyone. ]

[punchedhitler]

Sure do. You were worried last night.

[He knows that's why Bucky was awake.]

[yourbestguysgun]

The food channel had a pancake show on.

[punchedhitler]

What did you learn about pancakes?

[yourbestguysgun]

That they're delicious.

[punchedhitler]

You had to watch television to learn that?