steve's luck with things that fly is nonexistent, really.

[enshields]

Who: Crew of the Bloodsport, anyone who'd drop by!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Anywhere on the ship.
When: 12/13/15 specifically, but you can really pick and choose as much as you would like as far as dates go. Get your mingle on!

ps: as an aside, the bit of media that Steve received was a 'Star-Spangled Man' USO performance so if anyone wants to have seen that so hilarity can ensue, feel free.

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[His patience is not boundless. The thread is fraying, but it holds. He's petty enough to hope that somewhere out there in this universe of Jim's that Peggy gave him the third degree about his bloody theatrics. The set of his jaw turns stubborn at last.]

Whatever brush you're tarring yourself with, pal, I hope you realize you're paintin' me just the same. You've done nothing I haven't done or wouldn't do in your boots. You hear?

[redactions]

[ He lets go, moves away like a man burnt. ]

I should get back to my ship.

[ Too much. It's too much, too loud. The world is not spinning, the frost has always held him in place, made the lines solid and real. They can't stand the fire, not when Steve doesn't understand and is going to keep insisting on this — whatever it is. ]

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[Bucky fell once, for lack of an outstretched hand. Steve doesn't have it in him to let him slip away so easily, but neither does he move to block his way. Just looks at him.

Then,]

Whatever kind of man you are, [he doesn't say, you think you are.] it doesn't matter to me. James Barnes was what I needed in my life to get by. Still is.

[redactions]

[ Quietly, stilled by that look, ]

Good thing you have him, then.

[enshields]

[Except, he has ghosts and ashes and a headstone in Arlington that spelled his middle name wrong (how did that even happen? It's a Goddamned President) and someone who barely knows him, and the man in front of him to whom his every word seems an agony.

He looks down.]

Just so's he knows that goes both ways.

[redactions]

[ I see you, Rogue had said, this hurts the same. His fingers curl, then uncurl, and he feels like his knees will give way even though his body feels perfectly fine. ]

I — [ the words here aren't sorry. ] See you.

[enshields]

[Soft,]

Don't be a stranger, Jim.

[He breaks first, and turns. There are dishes to put away.]