the shriek of the hose, the hiss of the cryochamber, water being siphoned from the tube in great volumes at a time; a large room with holes in the wall, shooting air and gasses and other things; tubes running down the length of metal poles, needles; shrieking, machines, shrieking people; metal bends, skin tears, someone is shouting in a language he doesn't understand—
You just wanna see me strip in the fire exit, be honest.
[ there's no heat to his saying it, but there is a hint of a smile, some playfulness as he does exactly that. risking their apartment to an indecency complaint, and it's barnes of all people; their folks would've gotten a heart attack.
he leaves his shoes, socks, gloves, jacket, trousers, and one layer of shirt outside. it's not that hard to crawl back in, but it does take a moment to get steve to back up and step aside so he can roll onto the floor like a big house cat. ]
We should probably put a rug under the windows. More comfy to land on.
I wanna see you warm and dry in the apartment, is what I want to see, [ with even less heat than bucky, but he's not denying the desire to see bucky strip, either. look, if anyone is looking at their fire escape, they have to expect to see some wild fucking shit. they're superheroes, it comes with the territory. that's just logic.
steve tries to help pull bucky through the window, but the truth is he's more hindrance than help in the end. he gets out of the way long enough to allow bucky to flop onto the hardwood, though, and smiles down at him. it's an absolutely ridiculously gooey, saccharine smile. if he could see his own face even he'd be disgusted. he's completely forgotten about biting bucky at all. ]
We could get a cushion, if you think this is going to be a regular thing.
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i forget if they were banging in the thread but ig they are now
We're definitely getting a cushion, because I'm gonna be using the window a lot.
[ it's a good ingress point: the window leads directly to the fire escape, which in turn leads directly into the open street, with alternate routes via the building's parking lot and the alley that cuts through the block. even without the fire escape, it's a survivable drop from the window to the pavement; he wouldn't even break anything.
bucky nods, then gets to the task of stripping down to his underwear then and there. he did say he didn't want to track dirt in the apartment; if anyone's watching him through the window, it's their fault for having eyes and looking. ]
I'm in the apartment, [ he points out, per steve's current list of wants, ] and I'm— not dry yet, but getting warmer. You got a towel for me, or are you joining me in the shower?
stucky: banging bucky: so what's up with you and nat? steve: ?????
We'll get a whole lounger. Something real puffy, maybe with memory foam.
[ steve could protest bucky using the window instead of their perfectly good front door, but it seems pointless. bucky should do whatever he needs to to feel safe, and if using the window is what it takes, steve would replace the whole floor with padded cushions. a lounger seems a little less dramatic, though.
the point is: anything for bucky. ]
I already showered this morning. [ conversational, like bucky isn't stripping in the middle of the living room in front of an open window. steve has a routine, one he developed with painstaking deliberateness during the between years, after insight and before everything started to fall into place:
he wakes up no earlier than five in the morning and no later than six. he runs for no longer than an hour, lest sam give him sad, disappointed eyes. he gets a coffee from a local shop and drinks it on the way home. he takes a shower, then he eats a breakfast consisting of no less than a quarter of his daily caloric intake. this routine didn't come naturally, but after one too many times finding steve had stayed awake all night only to go on so many laps around central park he couldn't keep himself upright anymore, with not enough calories in him to satisfy his new metabolism, sam insisted something had to change. he was right, of course. the routine helps. it keeps him sane, it keeps him healthy. it kept him from climbing his own walls in desperation while bucky was in the wind. now it's just What Steve Does.
he gives bucky completely unsubtle elevator eyes, taking in all the skin and muscle he's put on display, smirking. ]
[ how does one convince a man like steve rogers? from bucky's experience, you can't. he's steady as a mountain, just as impossible to move when he's set himself to a cause, and at most you could maybe stall him for a day or two, maybe three, before his stubbornness and utmost refusal to toe the line kicks back in. and then you'll meet the steve that their enemies have met in the battlefield: a force of nature bundled up nicely in a likeable body, all perfect teeth and grecian fury flowing outwards until your defences give out and break down.
but maybe— this isn't a challenge, what steve is asking. this is an invitation, and bucky takes it, reaches for steve with his mostly-clean hand and pulls him close, pulls him in for a kiss that starts off polite before diving right in to needy and indecent.
their neighbors should be so lucky. what a show. bucky's reaching low past steve's waist, knuckles brushing light over the swell between his legs, then he's stepping back and away, saluting steve with two fingers and sauntering off for the bathroom. ]
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the shriek of the hose, the hiss of the cryochamber, water being siphoned from the tube in great volumes at a time; a large room with holes in the wall, shooting air and gasses and other things; tubes running down the length of metal poles, needles; shrieking, machines, shrieking people; metal bends, skin tears, someone is shouting in a language he doesn't understand—
he can feel himself start to pale. ]
—I think I'll stick to air-dying.
You bought an industrial vacuum?
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[ but steve is not stupid, he can see the way the idea of it bothers bucky, so we're just not going to suggest that again and call it a day. ]
You can just take off your boots and vest and leave 'em out here, you don't have to wait with 'em. Come inside, I'm serious, you're breakin my heart.
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[ there's no heat to his saying it, but there is a hint of a smile, some playfulness as he does exactly that. risking their apartment to an indecency complaint, and it's barnes of all people; their folks would've gotten a heart attack.
he leaves his shoes, socks, gloves, jacket, trousers, and one layer of shirt outside. it's not that hard to crawl back in, but it does take a moment to get steve to back up and step aside so he can roll onto the floor like a big house cat. ]
We should probably put a rug under the windows. More comfy to land on.
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steve tries to help pull bucky through the window, but the truth is he's more hindrance than help in the end. he gets out of the way long enough to allow bucky to flop onto the hardwood, though, and smiles down at him. it's an absolutely ridiculously gooey, saccharine smile. if he could see his own face even he'd be disgusted. he's completely forgotten about biting bucky at all. ]
We could get a cushion, if you think this is going to be a regular thing.
i forget if they were banging in the thread but ig they are now
[ it's a good ingress point: the window leads directly to the fire escape, which in turn leads directly into the open street, with alternate routes via the building's parking lot and the alley that cuts through the block. even without the fire escape, it's a survivable drop from the window to the pavement; he wouldn't even break anything.
bucky nods, then gets to the task of stripping down to his underwear then and there. he did say he didn't want to track dirt in the apartment; if anyone's watching him through the window, it's their fault for having eyes and looking. ]
I'm in the apartment, [ he points out, per steve's current list of wants, ] and I'm— not dry yet, but getting warmer. You got a towel for me, or are you joining me in the shower?
stucky: banging bucky: so what's up with you and nat? steve: ?????
[ steve could protest bucky using the window instead of their perfectly good front door, but it seems pointless. bucky should do whatever he needs to to feel safe, and if using the window is what it takes, steve would replace the whole floor with padded cushions. a lounger seems a little less dramatic, though.
the point is: anything for bucky. ]
I already showered this morning. [ conversational, like bucky isn't stripping in the middle of the living room in front of an open window. steve has a routine, one he developed with painstaking deliberateness during the between years, after insight and before everything started to fall into place:
he wakes up no earlier than five in the morning and no later than six. he runs for no longer than an hour, lest sam give him sad, disappointed eyes. he gets a coffee from a local shop and drinks it on the way home. he takes a shower, then he eats a breakfast consisting of no less than a quarter of his daily caloric intake. this routine didn't come naturally, but after one too many times finding steve had stayed awake all night only to go on so many laps around central park he couldn't keep himself upright anymore, with not enough calories in him to satisfy his new metabolism, sam insisted something had to change. he was right, of course. the routine helps. it keeps him sane, it keeps him healthy. it kept him from climbing his own walls in desperation while bucky was in the wind. now it's just What Steve Does.
he gives bucky completely unsubtle elevator eyes, taking in all the skin and muscle he's put on display, smirking. ]
I could be convinced to take another, though.
siri is my enemy
[ how does one convince a man like steve rogers? from bucky's experience, you can't. he's steady as a mountain, just as impossible to move when he's set himself to a cause, and at most you could maybe stall him for a day or two, maybe three, before his stubbornness and utmost refusal to toe the line kicks back in. and then you'll meet the steve that their enemies have met in the battlefield: a force of nature bundled up nicely in a likeable body, all perfect teeth and grecian fury flowing outwards until your defences give out and break down.
but maybe— this isn't a challenge, what steve is asking. this is an invitation, and bucky takes it, reaches for steve with his mostly-clean hand and pulls him close, pulls him in for a kiss that starts off polite before diving right in to needy and indecent.
their neighbors should be so lucky. what a show. bucky's reaching low past steve's waist, knuckles brushing light over the swell between his legs, then he's stepping back and away, saluting steve with two fingers and sauntering off for the bathroom. ]