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[bracchium]

желание I know you are the answer, but I forgot the question.	печь There will always be a lie in believe.
один Whatever is static is dead.	рассвет The world is too quiet.

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[bracchium]

[A warm breath of humor dances along his side of the link. Never change Steve. Still, a brief flash of Sam Alexander trying a "taco" only to recoil in disgust flits along the edges of his consciousness.

He doesn't want to deprive Steve of a simple joy like hot dogs, but he also doesn't want him to end up poisoned.]

( I'll find one. )

[decommission]

[ Poor kid - but Steve nudges back like a soft bump to the shoulder. ]

( Gotta be a street fair somewhere. )

[ He going with you. ]

[bracchium]

[Bucky's not entirely sure it'd be safe for them to be out among crowds, but he's done the pleasantly distant facade before in Bucharest. He just has to blend in. He can do that.]

( Lucky I got more than training money this time. )

[He's in.]

[decommission]

[ They can play to win a hundred stuffed bears with the money on their credit cards. ]

( I'll hold the elevator for you. ) [ Tossing his shoes and jacket on by the doors, he'll still have the ghost of a grin on his face whenever Bucky turns up. The distance between them and his concern for Bucky's fractured mind isn't gone in one step forward, but for now they aren't the weight on his shoulders that they were only a little while ago. ]

[bracchium]

[Bucky's a little slower to grab his things, but he's still at the elevator within a handful of minutes. His left sleeve is pinned up again, but this time it doesn't seem to bother him so much. He isn't quite so unbalanced this time around.

With a quirk of his lips, he spots Steve and heads over. Time to go get this little punk a hot dog.]