action | party mingle

[seeingscarlet]

Who: Wanda, Bucky, and you!
Broadcast: No
Action: Iskaulit
When: March 10

[It's a double birthday party! There's pizza with slightly strange cheese and cake. And probably shenanigans.

...definitely shenanigans.]

Comments

[stillgotmyleftarm]

[Bucky chuckles a little.] It probably says something about me that I'm probably planning to hang around the gym plenty, too.

[But he'll keep both options in mind, really.]

I look forward to it. Winner buys the other a drink?

[It's more fun with a little motivation involved, he thinks.]

[outstandingbalance]

See, now I believe you think I'll win.

[Amusement warms her voice and shades her smile, for a moment looking less tired than she has recently.]

It's a deal.

[stillgotmyleftarm]

That's how it's supposed to work, right? Assume you'll kick my ass until proven otherwise?

[He grins.]

[outstandingbalance]

Could be. Not the tactic most people take, but...

[It's probably for the best to have a healthy respect for Agent Romanoff, all things considered.]

It doesn't mean I'll go easy on you.

[stillgotmyleftarm]

[That is definitely a thing Bucky has learned.]

You'd better not. I want that drink to be worth it.

[outstandingbalance]

You sound like you already know what you want. [Teasing, still.] Should I guess? A beer? Or more of a whiskey man?

[stillgotmyleftarm]

I mean, who am I to potentially turn down a free drink?

It depends on the day. And the workout. But I'm thinking whiskey.

What about you? Vodka, or is that too obvious?

[outstandingbalance]

I'd say that's a stereotype, but I have too much vodka on Vanquish right now to say it with a straight face.

That said... depends on the day.

[stillgotmyleftarm]

[Bucky shrugs good-naturedly.] Sometimes you've gotta take the stereotype and run with it.

Hopefully it'll be a good day, either way. Honestly, I'd usually much rather spar against someone than hit a bag, anyway. Way more engaging.

[The only times he really prefers hitting the bag are the times he wants to break something.]

[outstandingbalance]

A lot more likely to hit back. Given the chance.

[Her tone is light, half teasing. Maybe more than half.]

Though I probably shouldn't pick on you, since its your birthday and all.

[stillgotmyleftarm]

Just like the actual bad guys, [Bucky points out, not bothered at all.]

Really? It's that easy? I would've thought you wouldn't make exceptions for birthdays. That's good to know.

[outstandingbalance]

Oh, it's a trade off. I don't pick on you about fighting. I pick on you for being a hundred years old.

A hundred and one, even.

[stillgotmyleftarm]

You know, I actually ain't a hundred yet. It's only 2014.

For me. [Bucky smiles helplessly.] If that gets me off the hook.

[outstandingbalance]

If we count the years you were in the ice, we can count the years you haven't actually lived through yet too.

[stillgotmyleftarm]

Now that seems downright unfair.

[Like he expects Natasha to be fair.]

[outstandingbalance]

If a spy wants to keep up with all these super soldiers and gods, she can't fight fair.

[stillgotmyleftarm]

I think by definition, spies probably aren't allowed to fight fair, huh?

Although I might point out, my serum ain't the same quality stuff as Steve's. I could get drunk if I really tried, even before I found whatever space booze they serve here.

[outstandingbalance]

I wouldn't say not allowed. Not encouraged.

[Not if you want to survive, at least. Though if she really has a sense of self-preservation she might avoid these fights entirely.]

So this makes you a better drinking buddy is what you're saying?

[stillgotmyleftarm]

I'm a better everything buddy. Except maybe if you need, like, three Army tanks lifted at once. Then I say let Steve do it. That shit's hard.

[outstandingbalance]

That's an awful big claim to make without backing it up.

[stillgotmyleftarm]

Then I guess I'd better back it up.

[He grins.] I'll let you know, next time I need a gym partner.

[outstandingbalance]

I'll be around. [Returning the smile, though smaller, more reserved.] Sometime when I'm not monopolizing the birthday boy.