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⍟      @zimasoldat,   barnes.     ╱  ⠀         ❛   WELL I THINK⸺   NOT EVEN THINK,    (KNOW)   THERE’S A WHOLE LOTTA PRETTY LADIES WHO’D WANT YOU.     […]      but,   if you don’t wanna come i won’t force you.   at least watch me paint?    need some support from my best pal,   my buddy,   bucky.    YOU’D LIKE IT,  WELL I HOPE SO?      ❜            steve is   (slightly)    wounded by the way his dear friend views himself.    but pity was a sure way to to ruin the moment,  so,  instead ⸺  he switches the topic.   

@ONCECAPTAINS  ah,  steve… you know,  i’m flattered — really,  i am — that you thought of me for something like this.  but i don’t exactly think i’m ‘model’ material.  at least not anymore.  see,  if you had asked me 70 years ago,  that would’ve been a different story. 

Are you sure you don’t feel like being a model for my class?

  "well i'm thanking you anyway."   camila was mostly quiet as she scanned over her body,  looking for potential injuries.   she was definitely a little sore,  something that would surely come back to bite her later,  but she didn't feel nor did she see any open wounds.   nothing serious.   thank god.   camila could feel bucky's stare on her,  but she knew it was only because he was scanning for injuries as well.   she tilted her head to crack her neck,  moving to massage the tense muscles there as she looked over at bucky,  shaking her head.   "bruises,  sure,  but nothing for the medbay.   might've been worse if you hadn't been there,  but i'm too stubborn to fully admit that,"  she spoke,  a soft chuckle escaping her lips.   "and are you okay?"

@crimscns  “no need to thank me.”  [ a low grunt leaves bucky’s mouth as he settles down onto the bench. he cradles his left arm against his chest,  inspecting half-heartedly for any damages or scratches along the metal. he’d taken the brunt of one of the thugs and the heavy hammer he wielded,  using enough force to make bucky momentarily concerned about his prosthetic.  his gaze settles back on camila,  staring long enough to assess for any damages suffered in the fight.  she was strong,  he knew that,  and more than capable of handling herself against a group of goons.  still,  bucky isn’t the type of guy to leave a lady to defend herself,  old values still ingrained in his mind even after with all the decades that stood between that time and now.  he rolls his shoulders, metal and flesh creaking and popping as he stretches his joints. ]  “i didn’t have any doubts about you handling it.  but it’s never bad to have someone watching your back.  you holdin’ up alright?  got anything that warrants a visit down to the medbay?” 

@widcwbites  /  i’m okay, how are you lovie
            
            @ONCECAPTAINS  /  OH we are so back

papa 

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            * ╱╱  how are you

[ Yes !

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            * ╱╱  please please !  <3

yes duh  !!

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            * ╱╱  thank you !  hmu anytime !

@widcwbites  /  you’re too kind omg stop it i literally can’t wait to interact with your natasha 

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            * ╱╱  from the russian username to ur fc ,,  idk it gets me all excited !!!! so cool !!  you will do him justice !

❛   You need to take the vibes into consideration,  white girl autumn.   Obviously?   The pumpkin flavors are out,  it’s literally the perfect time.     Eggnog is for December.   I’m not insane.    ❜             NIMBLE FINGERS WOULD GRAB EACH MUG.    For the time being he claims each cup for himself,   taking a few sips.  A content hum slips past Steven’s lips,  after a few moments his gaze meets Bucky’s.      He really milks the moment,  “tutting”   at the way Bucky wasn’t able to have the first sip.        ❛   Hey,  hey.   It’s alright,  I don’t mind taking one for the team.   It’s a sacrifice I’m alright with.    ❜             

@ONCECAPTAINS  steve… it’s still [warm] outside — [ a breathy sigh of amusement leaves bucky’s lips,  his head shaking in fond amusement for the man before him.  he props him arm up against the back of the couch,  the metal creaking quietly as he situated it into a position of his liking.  he stared at the two steaming mugs of hot chocolate in front of him and he knew already he’d be drinking the sweet drink even if — oddly enough — the new york weather didn’t exactly call for it yet. ]  at least it’s not egg nog you’re bringing me. then i just would’ve called you impatient. 

/  couldn’t let you down when i gave you my word

@ONCECAPTAINS  /   OH BUT IT BE!!!