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[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.]

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[Helena, that is a far better wish. He wants that one.]

That I was back home. [More or less, anyway.] Definitely didn't mean this part of it.

I wondered, about the noise. [She makes a passable imitation of the Stuka noise, complete with a swooping plane hand motion, then pops another donut in her mouth.] It took me back to my room over and over. Wishing I was home.