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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.]

Comments

[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?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He is going to sit on you tomorrow, Steve. JUST YOU WAIT. ]

Give me strength.

[punchedhitler]

This curse must be bad if you have to pray.

[yourbestguysgun]

You are half naked and pretty pliant, Rogers. This curse is awful.

[punchedhitler]

Well I would be all naked if you let me!

[yourbestguysgun]

The real you wouldn't wanna be all naked, you'd want to be all clothed. I know, because you're always wearing clothes.

[punchedhitler]

I have a great body, okay? I should show it off.

[yourbestguysgun]

Yeah, I know. I can see that. [ And with that whole sweeping down Steve's body gaze thing. ]

[punchedhitler]

[Oh, hay, someone looking. Pants off.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Nononononono. ] Oh god.

[punchedhitler]

See? So much better.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Covering his face with his hands. ] Shit.

[punchedhitler]

[And now Steve goes to sit on the couch]

Still gonna take your shower?

[yourbestguysgun]

I'm never coming out.

[ Wandering away from NAKED STEVE. He's just going to get very clean, honest. ]

[punchedhitler]

[HE WILL STILL BE THERE WHEN YOU COME OUT, PRUNEY.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ FUCK YOU, HE'S GOING TO STAY THERE FOREVER.

or a very long time. ]

[punchedhitler]

[Okay maybe Steve will be napping. Crepe is on his stomach. He is still, otherwise, naked]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ No.

Well, that's okay, he is going to sneak past to find his clothes and also a blanket for your shame, Steve.

Still, he's really hot. GODDAMNIT. ]

[punchedhitler]

[ooooo blanket. Crepe looks up at Bucky like why are you covering us with this? Don't you see you can look and not feel bad?]

[yourbestguysgun]

You are one lucky dame, sweetheart.

[ Crepe just seems to agree with this sentiment. But if he looks, he will want to touch. Conundrum. ]

[punchedhitler]

[She wags her tail and uses one of Steve's moobs as a pillow]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Blanket. Then he will drink that whiskey he's been keeping under the sink. ]