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[semistableman]

Come tag away! I don't mind at all.

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[semistableman]

[from here]

Aw, come on now. Do you know how many times I have to shave a day to keep my face looking baby smooth? It's a real pain in the butt.

1/3

[army]

Three times? Can't see why you'd want a baby smooth face in the first place. Unless it's to avoid beard burn.

[army]

[ /record scratch ]

[army]

[ 0.5 milliseconds later ]

I’d settle for needing to shave just once a day, anyway. Worth it.

[semistableman]

Haha!
You got me. Yeah, it's three times. It's all itchy when it comes in.

I still think you look fine.

[army]

Now I know what to get you for your birthday -- deluxe shaving kit.

And you're just about the only person who does, pal.

[semistableman]

Sounds like a good present. You shouldn't spoil them though, ya punk.

You care too much about what people think. Your heart's too big; there's no reason to care what a bunch of assholes think.

[semistableman]

[from here]

Excellent.

It'll be my first party in nearly a century, you know.

[hydric]

Not to put any pressure on me?? haha

You deserve fun though. [It’s probably something that Wanda of all people is saying this, but she means it. Ever since the Accords it’s been rough, but he of all people could use it.]

[semistableman]

Nah, no pressure.

It's just something fun to look forward to, for me.

[He gets it, really. But he's not expecting much. Too many people would only make him nervous, anyhow.]

[hydric]

[It’s hard to get everyone on the same planet these days, let alone talking or getting them together. Wanda tries though. She knows it isn’t likely. The wounds still feel too fresh. But it doesn’t stop her from venturing out to find the Sokovian neighborhood in the city. There might not be a country left, but people still have a tendency of grouping in whatever place they end up.

Returning back from her trip a few days later.]

Might not be exciting party after all, but I have found Šljivovica.

[semistableman]

Hey, drinking with a friend could still be a party.

[It's hard to read the gentle teasing in text, though.]

We've got enough in common I'm sure we can chat for a while.

And drink away any problems for one night.

[semistableman]

[from here]

C'mon, then, Stevie. I'll pick you up on my bike.

[soldierofthepast]

Sounds good to me. I'm waiting.

Who knows, you show me a good time, you might get lucky tonight, hot shot. ;-)

[semistableman]

Sounds fun. :-)

You still holed up in that tiny apartment?

[soldierofthepast]

Where else am I gonna go?

[semistableman]

[from here]

Steve, the last time I flirted with anyone it was 1940. I can deal with a little out of practice.

I'll be there in a little bit, you go ahead and think of the sexy games for us to play.

[And that will absolutely be him knocking on Steve's door in about fifteen minutes.]

[semistableman]

[from here]

"Coney Island," Bucky laughs. "Guess we don't have anything like that, but Wakanda has plenty of entertainment in the city itself," he says. His smile is easy, and he presses into his friend, brushing his thumb against Steve's beard teasingly. "You have any authentic Wakandan food since coming here?" He might be a Brooklyn boy at heart, but there's something to be said for the simpler life. Just because he's a farmer most of the time doesn't mean he never steps inside the city, after all.

"I'd save you all over again if I had to, punk," his voice is a whisper. "But you're right. Just you'n me in that poor bed was hard enough at times, I think it was doing plenty of protesting when it was just me. Good thing my pallet should be strong enough for the two of us, if you want to try your hand at keeping me warm." As flirtatious as it is, it's just an offer, even if his eyes are bright as he says it.

[noblecaptain]

"Bucky..." To be fair, Steve hadn't seen any of Wakanda. Not really. The only thing he'd ever seen was Bucky and the palace. He kept saying he would venture out, but he never did. He was always too busy, too much of a hurry to do otherwise. "I do like food," he said softly. He leaned easily into Bucky's touch, letting his eyes flutter closed. Food really wasn't on his mind, but his stomach growled otherwise.

"And I'd save you, jerk." Steve wrapped his arms around Bucky tight, burying his face in his best friend's neck, clinging to the man like he never wanted to let go. He remembered the bed, remembered how much of a tight squeeze it was and how badly he had wanted to squeeze harder.

"I think I could manage," Steve whispered into Bucky's ear. "I'm a lot bigger now. More of me for body heat."

[semistableman]

Bucky laughs at the stomach growl. "I'll take you to a good restaurant, then," he says, but he doesn't move from his spot, eyes falling shut. This is too nice, too comfortable. They'll have to do it eventually, but for now he enjoys how close he is to Steve.

"I know you would." He returns the hug, tipping his head so Steve has an easier time leaning into Bucky's throat. One hand snakes up to the back of Steve's head so he can comb his fingers through the shorter hair. "We're good for each other, aren't we?"

In some ways, they're likely going to need to have some frank discussions in the future-- Shuri has made it clear to Bucky that talking things through is important, even if neither of them have been socialized to find it easy. "Guess that means you'll get a lot more opportunities to be the one holding me, then?" he laughs, a cheerful sound. "I've never really had the opportunity to be held by someone as strong as you."

[noblecaptain]

Even Steve can't hide from his growling stomach. His cheeks reddened and he tilted his head to the side, smiling at Bucky. As much as he doesn't want to pull away, he really did need to eat something soon.

"I'd like to think we are." He murmured the words softly, one hand moving up to brush his fingers against Bucky's cheek.

Steve didn't want to think about the future. The idea of having to leave Bucky in Wakanda always broke his heart. And yet, he wouldn't ask him to do anything different, knowing how happy he was being there. "I'll hold you as much as you want me to. Too bad there's no room service."

[semistableman]

[from here]

[This is cute? This is really cute. Bucky offers a cheerful smile.

He's suddenly feeling a little self-conscious, even if he's always been decent at small talk.]

I can't complain. I'm here, flirting awkwardly with the guy I like the most in the world.

I've been doing well. One day at a time, and all that.

[prototypal]

That's the only way to flirt. Awkwardly.

[ He grins, though the expression is still tinged with nerves, and leans over to nudge Bucky's shoulder with his. ]

One day at a time is all we can really ask for. Anything else is courting disaster, I think.

Thanks for the flowers, Buck. They're real pretty.

[semistableman]

Usually I'm on my A-game.

[Let's just. Ignore the fact that he's decades out of practice.]

Glad you like 'em, Stevie. I figured they'd brighten up the place.

[prototypal]

Right, but A is for Awkward.

[ Look who thinks he's cute. At least until he glances over at the stein and blushes, then takes a slow breath. Nerves are one thing, Steve's had those more times than he wants to admit. But, as Bucky knows (or at least might have a vague memory or two ), he also tends not to back down from things. Ever. ]

They will until I accidentally kill them sometime in the next week.

[ Because Steve and plants don't always get along. ]

So. How does this seduction thing work?