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imfollowinghim) wrote2014-10-08 10:35 pm
imfollowinghim) wrote2014-10-08 10:35 pm
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So, I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess Steve ratted me out.
[Says Bucky, now wearing a standard issue US Army combat uniform circa 1943, looking completely nonplussed (this time meaning totally not bothered by what's going on around him, English, you're a weird language) as he broadcasts from- hey, is that Steve's room?
It totally is. He might have claimed it for his own and kicked Steve out, because this place is a lot nicer than the underground bunker or whatever the other Bucky's apparently been living in. He's sitting on the couch with his feet propped on a coffee table, not that you can see it from the angle of the camera, and he definitely looks like he's made himself at home.]
Which means it goes without saying that boot camp's off. I couldn't really give less of a shit if any of you know how to dig a trench or get through an hour of combat. Anyone who's still interested is on their own until your fearless leader comes back.
If he comes back.
[Because who knows? Time's ticking on, and things still haven't righted themselves. This is either a really long fuck up, or they're stranded. Either way, it's not really looking so good, is it?
The sort of lazy, bored smirk he's been sporting up until this point fades for a moment, before stretching a little wider, almost like he's disbelievingly amused.]
So, out of curiosity, what's he like? Your "Bucky Barnes."
[There's a little more teeth in his expression now, and it's not exactly in a good way. His eyes look pretty dead.]
Don't tell me you're not curious about what you'd be like if things were totally different.
[Says Bucky, now wearing a standard issue US Army combat uniform circa 1943, looking completely nonplussed (this time meaning totally not bothered by what's going on around him, English, you're a weird language) as he broadcasts from- hey, is that Steve's room?
It totally is. He might have claimed it for his own and kicked Steve out, because this place is a lot nicer than the underground bunker or whatever the other Bucky's apparently been living in. He's sitting on the couch with his feet propped on a coffee table, not that you can see it from the angle of the camera, and he definitely looks like he's made himself at home.]
Which means it goes without saying that boot camp's off. I couldn't really give less of a shit if any of you know how to dig a trench or get through an hour of combat. Anyone who's still interested is on their own until your fearless leader comes back.
If he comes back.
[Because who knows? Time's ticking on, and things still haven't righted themselves. This is either a really long fuck up, or they're stranded. Either way, it's not really looking so good, is it?
The sort of lazy, bored smirk he's been sporting up until this point fades for a moment, before stretching a little wider, almost like he's disbelievingly amused.]
So, out of curiosity, what's he like? Your "Bucky Barnes."
[There's a little more teeth in his expression now, and it's not exactly in a good way. His eyes look pretty dead.]
Don't tell me you're not curious about what you'd be like if things were totally different.
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Honor's for chumps.
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I used to think so, but the world is so much easier to navigate when at least a few people don't treat you like a dog that might bite at the drop of a hat.
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Maybe your world.
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Why are you in Steve's room?
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[... More or less.]
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[This is the face of absolute disbelief. :|]
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[So, beneath him, basically.]
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