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[punchedhitler]

[The video start with the door to the apartment opening, and then the camera comes into focus on a one Steve Rogers, looking very calm and collected and incredibly naked.]

There it is.

[He reaches down for his network device, dropped on his morning jog.]

Hi, City, how's it going?

[He seems pretty pleased.]



[ooc: sob imagine that pic with the blonde Cap' haircut and clean-shaven...everywhere, please and thank you.]

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[punchedhitler]

Why?

[yourbestguysgun]

'Cause you're cursed.

[ Can he punch the deities in the face? Is that okay? Look at all that skin. ] And usually you're pretty squirrely about showing off the skin.

[punchedhitler]

But I feel good today.

[yourbestguysgun]

Yeah? [ This. Is. Awful. ] Still, maybe pants? Pants are good.

[punchedhitler]

Okay, okay. I'll find some.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Oh thank Christ. ]

M'kay. [ Is he allowed to check him out on the way past, is that okay? ]

[punchedhitler]

[Sure. After all that's a very nice back end Steve has]

I still don't know why you think I need them.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Distracted. Very, very distracted. ] -- You don't, believe me, after today if you feel like shedding the layers, I'll totally back that.

[punchedhitler]

[He finds a pair of jeans. How he got a pair so tight, god only knows, but he puts them on and comes out to flop on the couch]

Better?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Staring at the ceiling. ] Was I a bastard in a past life or somethin'?

[punchedhitler]

Did you say something?

[yourbestguysgun]

Nope.

[ What if he takes a shower? That's not suspicious at all. ]

[punchedhitler]

[With the mood Steve is in he'd offer to join him]

All right.

look, I couldn't help myself.

[yourbestguysgun]

I uh - need to take a shower. Y'gonna be okay?

have I ever told you you're my heeeeroooooo

[punchedhitler]

[Steve gets up from the couch]

Yeah? I'll go with.

Bucky's going to be dead by the end of the day.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Holy mother of God. ]

You're killin' me here, do you know that?

[punchedhitler]

[Steve looks vaguely confused]

Is that a no?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He's sorry, he was staring at your crotch. Slightly guilty sounding. ] You can't join me.

[punchedhitler]

[Pause.]

Well, if you say so.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Huff. If he touches that makes him a very bad person. Okay. Clapping him on the shoulder is allowed. ]

Believe me, tomorrow I will be the best person, you will be thanking me.

[punchedhitler]

I think you're the best person already, Bucky.

[yourbestguysgun]

Uh huh, and if I were an awful person today would end so much better.

[ Huffing. LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE WROUGHT, GODS! ]

[punchedhitler]

I don't know what you mean. Today's great. If you took off your shirt it would be even better.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Don't mind him, he's just going to bang his head off the wall behind him. ]

My shirt ain't what m'worried about.

[punchedhitler]

[Bucky, your life is so hard]

Pants?