Bucky Barnes

|| ngl yall, I miss rp :/

I especially miss the people I used to write with on twt but I don't feel good about writing there anymore

So uh. He's not dead yet.

|| sorry i haven't been around much, I have so much muse to write but not enough hours in the day 🥲

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"like" if you would ship with my muse

|| I've been so hyperfixated on rivals that I kinda forgot I have rp accounts still 😅

He's standing in the middle of the kitchen with an empty mug in his hand, completely zoned out while waiting for the coffee maker to finish brewing.

And the Hello Kitty stickers were necessary too, I assume?

And you don't think I would've noticed if he was the one touching my arm? I'm an assassin, I'm not a heavy sleeper.

But... why?

Uh huh, and the sky is pink, right?

... Right. You know, I can't even really be mad about it.

Alright, who the hell put stickers on my arm while I was sleeping?

I have no idea how my cat is doing, I've got a weird hybrid tentacle arm now, and there's all of this timestream stuff...

Other than that, fine, I guess?

[Scowling down at his fingers tapping his arm.]

Don't do that.

"Just didn't sleep well. Couldn't."

Sleep didn't usually come easy, but it was especially hard when Clint and Nat were both on a mission he wasn't allowed to know anything about.

... I wasn't even doing anything.

He wordlessly went and sat down in front of her with a sigh. It had been a rough day, but he was glad to have her there with him.

... brush, please?

That's a terrible disguise.

He's strongly considering cutting his hair again just so he doesn't have to brush it.

"Of course, you're my best friend."

He reached out to put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"If you want, I could always try to feel it out for you. I owe him breakfast yet anyway after the last time I shot him."

Yeah, sure, I'll see you Friday. Hopefully nothing world-ending happens before then.

"I think you might be surprised. I can for sure say he wouldn't go for anyone he doesn't already have a deep connection with. You're one of the people closest to him."

Alright, that was fine, he didn't need her to hear him to communicate.

'I could tell Steve for you,' he signed to her with a bit of a grin.

Hm, I don't know, I might be free... Where were you thinking?

He knew immediately that he said too much but there was no saving it now.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about."

There's nothing you don't already know about, Barton.

"There weren't any cameras in the mo—" he started to mutter but then stopped and crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes at her.

"You're trying to avoid the conversation."

"I haven't told you though, because it's not important."

It didn't seem like he was going to budge.