fourteen ✪ voice

[imfollowinghim]

[Anyone on the second floor (or first or third, really) might have heard a couple gunshots, shattering glass and other signs of a fight not too soon before Bucky's post. Then there's another gunshot, and silence for a couple seconds before quiet voices start up - C'rizz and Bucky.

A while later, a post's on the network. Bucky's panting and his voice is hoarse and strained, either because he's exhausted or in a hell of a lot of pain (it's both), but he manages to let everyone know what the hell was going on anyway.]

Zane's dead. [That's it. That's all he wants to say about it, and it kind of seems like he's going to leave it at that before he bites out:]

We need fucking call signs or passwords next time this happens.

[And then clicks the comm off so he can figure out how he's getting to the infirmary, because he is definitely not being carried.]

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[punched_hitler]

I did not whine. [He's smiling, though it's a little softer than that shit-eating grin, because maybe he didn't whine, exactly, but there were times he felt awful and was sick of feeling awful and he hadn't been the best company. And yet Bucky had put up with it, and Steve knows it. Bucky'd put up with anything from him. He knows that, too. He just hopes Bucky knows it goes both ways.

And he is, quite honestly, even glad to have Bucky around to call him on his bullshit. He'd do a hell of a lot, put up with a hell of a lot, just to have Bucky around. Anything, pretty much, seems like a fair trade-off at this point, because it's never, ever gotten easier not to have him around.

And he truly can't imagine what it was like for Bucky, for even that single month. He's just sorry it was a whole month. But he's also glad it wasn't longer.

Besides, he knows a month can feel like a very, very long time.

Just like that hand on his shoulder, and everything it means, feels so very, very good. He doesn't know if he'll ever really, truly get this back. It's what he wants, but he doesn't have the answers, he doesn't know what HYDRA's done, how much of it can be fixed.

So he's just got to try to enjoy this now, while he can, and let it be part of the reason he'll never, ever give up chasing Bucky down back home.]

Well, if you're gonna keep putting up with my bullshit, then you can put up with me saying you should go back to sleep, too. You still need, it, buddy.

And I'm not sleeping until you do.

[If Steve looks like he knows he's using Bucky's protectiveness against him... well. He does. And he is.]

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[imfollowinghim]

[Bucky chuckles and then groans a little, because yeah, right, not a good idea. But he's still grinning, and shoves at Steve a little. It's as playful as it usually is, but the angle and the fact that he still feels like crap kind of bleed together to mean he's not exactly putting the force behind it he usually would.]

Alright, alright. [Steve's definitely using his weakness against him, and for the time being... he doesn't mind.

God knows he probably does need sleep, even more than he usually does.] I can take a hint.

[So he takes his hand back and does his best to get comfortable, even if he needs to keep his breathing shallow and slow to avoid feeling like he's getting stabbed in the lungs. He's still resting on his uninjured side, and gropes around for a moment until his fingers close on a blanket that he promptly tosses at Steve. A second one gets sort of haphazardly draped over his legs, but he doesn't move to pull it up any higher.

Apparently satisfied, he closes his eyes and lets out a slow breath.]

Night Steve.

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[punched_hitler]

[Steve just rolls his eyes - even if there had been more force behind that shove, it wouldn't have done much, and every once in a while, he likes to be a little punk and prove that he can take his licks a lot better now, even if Bucky had never, ever shoved him in anything but jest.]

Might be the first time, [Steve says, smiling a little smugly, partly to be all the more annoying, but partly because he's actually glad Bucky's seen his point. He lets Bucky get comfortable (or as comfortable as he can, with busted ribs) and snorts a little when the blanket he assumed was going over Bucky comes flying his way - he shouldn't have been surprised. He settles down with extreme care next to his best friend; Steve's never tended to toss and turn, but now it's all the more important to make sure he's not going to smack or kick Bucky in his sleep. And Bucky's left him more than enough room; Steve eyes the other side of the bed, but there's enough room for Bucky, too, so he doesn't say anything. It's not both of them trying to squeeze onto a twin, anymore, which is good because that really, really doesn't work anymore.]

Night, Buck.