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[yourbestguysgun]

[ Bucky hates jogging.

It seems kind of pointless, running around with no real purpose at hand. It just reminds him of cramped boot camps, of men training to be soldiers in sunny little towns when the reality had been nothing like that. So he's not the biggest fan, and since coming here he's put it off. Sure, he keeps his aim strong, still works out but he doesn't exactly stick to a regime.

Right now though, that's precisely what he's doing. If it isn't clearing his head, it's keeping him from focusing on anything beyond breathing and the thump of his feet against the ground. He doesn't have any of the flashy kit some joggers seem to have either, lucky enough to find faded green in the stores, trainers that have seen better days, nothing too futuristic, nothing out of his time. It makes him feel more at home. Anyway, who needs to have a heart rate monitor when you can hear it in your eardrums?

But the one thing that does temper his jogging ability is crowds. He hadn't noticed until he'd come up to the park, and then it's pretty much clear. ] Awh hell, again?

[ Jogging on the spot for a second. The place is over run with people he doesn't recognise and it's a pretty big clue that it's one of those weekends. ]

( ooc: okay so no character twins pls! canon mates is fine as well as having face twins because I enjoy that but no other Bucky's because his poor brain would break and then where would we be? )

Comments

[retardation]

You wouldn't. [ But he's got to stop and ask himself: No, but, would he? ] Look, Brad, I know you're the Iceman and you've got everyone kissing your feet and shit, but you don't scare me. I'm the best RTO there is, you know it, I know it, the whole fucking Battalion knows it, and if you get my ass written up then you're gonna be lost without me.

[makedo]

That's what you tell yourself, Person, but don't push it. Hasser can drive a humvee, too.

[retardation]

But is he compotenant enough to understand all the other shit? I keep everything in check, and fuck what everyone says, I do my job, homes, no one can get that shit right but me.

[makedo]

( He's never going to admit that Ray is right. ) Compotenant? You can't even talk.

[retardation]

[ But he knows you love him anyway, Brad, call it a woman's intuition. ] Are you shitting me? I can talk, I can talk better than any of these rich mommas boys with their pretentious educated ways and the sticks up their asses. No offence.

[makedo]

( That would work so much bettre if Ray were actually a woman. ) We only got sticks up our asses so we can beat fuckers like you to death with them.

[retardation]

Oh, wow, Brad, seriously, there's no need for all this hostility, you've gotta ease up or you'll do yourself some damage. And besides you could never beat your old pal Ray-Ray, 'cause whether you choose to admit it or not you kinda love me, dude.

[makedo]

So you keep telling me.