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[imfollowinghim]

[So for the last twenty minutes or so, anyone living on or walking through the first floor will probably have been hearing a strange combination of noises: the whir of remote controlled toy airplanes, a noise that kind of sounds like a TIE Fighter scream, swearing and then the sound of something plastic and metal getting smashed. Hard. Maybe a couple times, just to make sure it's dead.

When Bucky clicks on the video feed, he looks at least mildly pissed. At worst, definitely pissed. His hair's a little rumpled, and he's carrying an absurdly patriotic looking shield on his left arm and doesn't even give a shit anymore that he's got it on him.

Yes, he's figured out the theme of the flood. Yes, he knows this was stupid, but sometimes you kind of just can't stop yourself before the thought happens, and so now he's being attacked by toy airplanes and tanks.]

Has anyone figured out how to make this shit stop once it gets started? [Any further bitching is being cut off by the appearance of another model Stuka that has apparently decided to start dive bombing his head.]

Aw, mother- [The video feed goes sideways and then veers up to the ceiling for a moment giving you another glimpse of the toy plane before Bucky just switches the comm off so he can focus on knocking it out of the air with the shield.]

Comments

[imfollowinghim]

Yeah, sure. There're a couple tanks around, too.

[He's punctuating that statement by stepping on one. Hard. B(]

[maced_eggs]

You're a bit like Godzilla, doing that.

[imfollowinghim]

Who's Godzilla?

[maced_eggs]

Godzilla! God of lizards? The big stomping dinosaur that trashes Tokyo?

[imfollowinghim]

I can honestly say I've never heard of a dinosaur trashing Tokyo.

[maced_eggs]

You are missing out, man. Godzilla is the best giant monster there is.

[imfollowinghim]

Is that a real thing where you're from?

[maced_eggs]

Yeah. Yeah, Godzilla is very real. You don't fuck with him.

[This is less a lie and more Mason being so ridiculously gullible]

[imfollowinghim]

[Look, he has no idea, although he has at this point figured he should be taking everything that comes out of your mouth with a grain of salt. BV]

I'll keep that in mind.

You gonna help out, or what?

[maced_eggs]

Uhm. No?

Can I say no? I don't do magic, Bucky.

[imfollowinghim]

You said you wanted to play.

[maced_eggs]

Well, when you say 'help' I think it means actual work.

[imfollowinghim]

It means smashing some toy tanks and airplanes.

[maced_eggs]

...That, I don't mind.