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[The video is showing two very different men sitting side by side on a couch in one of the apartments. The soldier, big, strong, metal arm, and still in his tactical gear but without his mask and goggles, seems to be showing the other, Steve, how to use the phone. The video joins this demonstration already in progress.]

Like that. See?

[He hands the phone over to Steve.]

And now it’s showing to everyone else.

[Steve’s figured out...well, most of the basics. Those that he could on his own. He was too stubborn to ask for help, but somehow Bucky must’ve known that he needed a little more instruction.]

Huh. [He takes the phone from the larger man.] So you’re saying that everyone can see and hear us right now? [The same way Steve has seen and heard others over the network. He blinks, expression brightening with an idea.] To everyone I haven’t met yet, my name’s Steve Rogers. And this is Bucky.

[Steve nods his head in his direction, but he never looks away from the phone.]

He used to like dancing. I don’t know if he does or not anymore, but if anyone needs a partner, it can’t hurt to ask.

[See what happens when you teach him things, Barnes.

For the soldier’s part, he turns his head to glare at Steve, then leans back into the couch, crossing his arms and scowling. He sure as hell isn’t going dancing with anyone.]

No one else calls me Bucky.

[The way it’s phrased, it’s clearly not a statement or a request. More like an order.

Only Steve gets to call him Bucky.]



(Bucky is red and Steve is blue. Replies will come from both.)

Comments

[zen_en_vert]

And there's more than enough of that going around, isn't there?

[prespangled]

There sure is.

Hey, once I get this stove figured out, you'll have to come over for dinner. I'll make a casserole.

[Out of whatever they've got.]

[zen_en_vert]

I've been doing curries. The spices aren't- well, aren't quite curry, but if you add them enough then the profile of heat kind of detracts from the uncanny valley effect the food sometimes gives you.

[prespangled]

[It's the kind of food that always upset Steve's stomach - he can't handle the spicy stuff, not that he'll admit it.]

I bet Bucky would like that, as long as there's no cabbage in it.

[zen_en_vert]

Or cabbage-ish. Hadriel cabbage.

[prespangled]

I bet he'd hate that even worse.

[zen_en_vert]

One good thing the pair of you will like about the future- and the serum- is the food.