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[imfollowinghim]

[Although it's not like he's really been sulking or otherwise skulking miserably around the Barge (for the most part), Bucky's mood has noticeably improved since last Friday. I'm sure most of you can guess why, and the new arrival he's been trailing practically everywhere should be a big hint to anyone who's out of the loop.

Anyway, Bucky's sitting at the desk in his room when he clicks on the video feed, still wearing his standard issue combat uniform, and doesn't beat around the bush much before just getting into what he's here to say.]

Alright, so I'm sure you're all sick of hearing me talk about this by now, but I've got a favor to ask: what's worth catching up on between 1945 and whatever you think's modern day?

I've already got some decent suggestions, but I could always use more. Movies, music, books, food, [Food is good. :9] Whatever.

[Private Separately to Morgana and Stiles]

[He looks a little more serious when he changes the filter, because, well. This is a lot more serious than figuring out what movies he needs to catch up on.]

And I've got a different favor to ask you.

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[imfollowinghim]

[An excellent question tbh.]

How? Is it kinda like the comms, here?

[punched_hitler]

Yeah, kind of like that. A lot like that. Seriously, people are attached to these things like they were growing out of their hands. Sometimes I really don't get it.

[imfollowinghim]

Says the guy talking to me with one.

[punched_hitler]

[Touche.]

I said I don't get it, not that I can't blend in.

[But you know, he wouldn't mind spending time in person. He's still getting over the fact that you're here.]

[imfollowinghim]

I guess people get tired of the "when I was your age" excuse.

[Uh are you kidding, he would happily follow you basically everywhere, where are you right now let's hang out

Okay he's not actually glued to your side, but lbr they've been basically a matched set except for that year he was overseas and your future shenanigans.]

[punched_hitler]

Yeah, well, you end up sounding like the old guys who meet to play chess in Central Park.

[A pause. And a grin.] Who are always happy to beat me at chess.

[Hanging out all the time is totally cool, look, it's weird to have separate rooms in the first place, pal. Clearly they need to hang out. Like, Ten minutes ago.]

[imfollowinghim]

When would you've even had time to learn chess? Come on. They've had a couple decades to practice.

[Just saying, his room has a bunk bed. (They're also horrible army regulation beds so you don't feel like you're going to sink to the floor.)

Come over!!]

[punched_hitler]

Yeah, but. [He shrugs helplessly, tapping his temple.] I'm supposed to be good at strategy.

[Don't tempt him. He'll drag over the record player and never leave.

Wait howabout:] So. You hungry, or is that a stupid question?

[imfollowinghim]

[Like he would ever complain. Ever.]

Definitely a stupid question. Meet you in the mess?

[punched_hitler]

[Yeah, that's why it's so tempting.]

You got it. We should knock Thai food off the list. See if it's any good.

[imfollowinghim]

Do they even have that here?

[Does he even have an idea of what Thai food is like? (Anwer: no, not really.)]

[punched_hitler]

[A shrug.] Well, it's worth finding out, isn't it?

[Not like he knows, either. He's envisioning something like Chinese. How different can it be?]

[imfollowinghim]

[He's never had Chinese food, either. u_u]

If you say so, pal.

[punched_hitler]

[Okay, they need to fix that. Chinese takeout is amazing, man.]

I have it on good authority. I think.

[He's not actually sure he trusts the agent who told him that, but... oh, well.]

Race ya there?

[Because this is going to end well.]

[imfollowinghim]

You're only saying that because you know you're gonna win this time.

[But yes totally he will race you there.]

[punched_hitler]

Damn right.

[Hey maybe you'll win next time, buddy. Or the time after that.]

[imfollowinghim]

I'll see you there.

[And he might actually be running. Or at least jogging. Don't judge.]

[punched_hitler]

You bet.

[No judging. Just strolling until he sees you coming. Then sprinting.]

[imfollowinghim]

[Wow you're the worst, why does he like you so much.

Admittedly this is probably payback for a number of things he did growing up so. He will try not to look too playfully irritated when you beat him.]

[punched_hitler]

[Because by worst you obviously mean best. Obviously.

He promises he won't act smug!]

[imfollowinghim]

[Well, you're still getting socked on the arm. Playfully.

And then maybe he's grinning and ruining it, so there's that.]

[punched_hitler]

[Jerk.]

[imfollowinghim]

[Punk!!]