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does anyone here know how to sew?

newt and i think we can get supplies from hope to start making good clothes. you know, better than the rags in the shops here, which fyi are worse than department store clothes

i'm going to learn how to sew [maybe] too. fashion is my thing. if nothing else, i can tell anyone who cares what works and what doesn't

i'll basically be a fashion consultant. for free [now nobody can say emily wouldn't consider doing pro bono work]

anyway, let us know here if you're interested. we'll probably do it anyway, but it's not like we'll be hoarding whatever we make. at least with me around, you can be sure you'll get something that works for you

(video)

[wipedclean]

[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.)

o n e . ( TEXT ) . we are not frightened any more

[dedikated]

There's not a cave in this hell that actually goes anywhere, is there? All just one big loop leading back to this dump.

First person to prove me wrong gets a million bucks.