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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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[yourbestguysgun]

[ He doesn't want to deal with this, so he pauses. ]

All right, but not here.

[waitedforyears]

My place, then?

[yourbestguysgun]

I'll be over as soon as.

[waitedforyears]

I'm ordering pizza.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ And then fifteen minutes later, Bucky's here. He looks tired, stressed out, but at least he made it. He's knocking her door. ]

[waitedforyears]

( Opening the door and stepping aside to let him in. Once the door's closed, though, he gets a hug. )

Pizza's on its way. And I got vodka.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Hugging her back as hard as he can. ]

Thanks, sweetheart.

[waitedforyears]

( Holding on, just as hard. )

's what I'm here for.

[yourbestguysgun]

I'm all right, just not too happy about it being right across my chest, y'know?

[ Because he needs to make it obvious, he's okay, he's fine. ]

[waitedforyears]

That's what we're getting drunk for. Promise I won't mind if you take your shirt off at some point.

( An exaggerated leer. )

[yourbestguysgun]

Ha. [ It's soft and a little bit lacking in actual humour. }

We'll see, sweetheart. I don't just go and take my shirt off for no reason.

[waitedforyears]

What, my wanting to ogle you isn't reason enough for you? That's a shame.

C'mon, alcohol calls.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Entering her flat properly, he has his hands in his pockets and his attention fixed firmly on everything but the t-shirt. ]

Where's your guy?

[waitedforyears]

( Gesturing towards the couch. There's alcohol and two glasses on the table there and a movie queued up. )

Tinkering with the TARDIS.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Collapsing into the corner of the couch. ]

You two feelin' better about being here?

[waitedforyears]

Yeah. Well, I am. ( Shrugging, a little helplessly. ) Rory's not here, yeah, but I don't have to be miserable 'cause of it, do I?

[yourbestguysgun]

No, and he wouldn't want you to be miserable, right?

[waitedforyears]

Yeah, pretty sure he wouldn't.

[yourbestguysgun]

And maybe he'll show.

[waitedforyears]

Yeah, that'd be good. But if he doesn't-- well. Least the Doctor's here, right, and I got you, too. I'll be fine.

[yourbestguysgun]

Well, that seems like a pretty swell group to rely on either way.

[waitedforyears]

Yeah. Could do worse.

[yourbestguysgun]

You could be stuck with just Stark and Barton.

[waitedforyears]

At least they're both good kissers?

[yourbestguysgun]

Huh. Those your requirements?