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"Tough look, pal, I ain't available right now, but if y'leave a message I'll be sure to get back to you in a jiffy."

☎ Call.
✉ Voicemail.
⌨ Text.
✔ Action.

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[ He leaves the door open, laughs as he wanders to the couch. ]

Yeah, learning that one quick. Gotta hand it to him, though, he tries.

[ Closing the door behind him. ] You doing okay?

[ He pauses everything to throw him a look that clearly states the question of whether or not he's feeling okay. ] I'm fine, Bucky Boy. Bottle's on the table.

[ Bucky moves to it, but doesn’t take it back, merely downs a slug out of the bottle and hands it over, moving to a chair. ]

Wanna talk about it? I ain’t Steve, so you don’t gotta sugar coat it for me.

[ He takes it without really thinking, the opening finding his lips, and he feels it burn down. ]

What's there to say, huh? I got a son. Me. I got a son. How'd that happen?

[ Shrugging one shoulder. ]

You don't need me to explain the birds and the bees to you, do you?

Think it's better for both'a us if you don't.

At least he's an okay guy?

[ He throws him a look. ] Thought you weren't a fan?

I ain't. [ He grins slightly. ] You Stark's are both pains in my side, but you ain't bad people.

You know I ain't gonna forget you said that, right?

Nobody would believe you.

Cap would, and you know it.

Nah, it's a sign of the Apocalypse.

Hey, watch it, pal, there's two'a us here.

[ Suddenly abashed. ] Sorry.

Don't do that, it makes me feel like we're gonna have to hug or something.

[ With a rough laugh. ] Jeez, please don't do that.

I ain't gonna, things're awkward enough, but it doesn't change the fact.

I'll survive, Howard, s'what I do, ain't it?

Yeah, sure, 'course. [ He sounds eager to escape this conversation than he does convinced. ] And you've still got me.

[ A huff. ]

Yup.

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