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[winter_sergeant]

You really sure you wanna see even more of me? Ain't this novel you're writing more'n enough? Fifty thousand words of me and Steve, and you're still wastin' time with me over here?

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[bootyshortsandtights]

Last thing I'd want to do is surprise you.

[winter_sergeant]

Was that innuendo, Rogers?

[bootyshortsandtights]

You want it to be, Barnes?

[winter_sergeant]

I don't know if that's up to me, all things considered.

[bootyshortsandtights]

[laughs] Cagey answer.

[winter_sergeant]

I'm pretty good at that.

[bootyshortsandtights]

You're pretty good at lots of things. You should definitely be around more.


[and no my subtext is not at all "I don't want to lose you again", just ignore that]

[winter_sergeant]

Christ, Steve, I'm not going anywhere.

[Anymore.]

[bootyshortsandtights]

[wry] You can't promise that, Buck.

[winter_sergeant]

Sure I can. I just did.

[bootyshortsandtights]

...you are ridiculous.

[winter_sergeant]

I do that on purpose, you punk. I'm told it's called a coping mechanism these days.

[bootyshortsandtights]

You are the biggest jerk in any decade.

[winter_sergeant]

You make it sound so easy. I work hard to keep this up.

[bootyshortsandtights]

[snort]

And is it all just for me, or do you spread it around?

[winter_sergeant]

[clapping the side of your neck with a cupped palm.]

All for you.

[bootyshortsandtights]

[huge sudden grin, the one I only give you]

[winter_sergeant]

[I'll always take pride in that. Grinning back.]