1 Patriotic Spark | Bucky and America [Accidental Video]
[The feed starts because of an errant hand, flung aside with a soft, sleepy mumble. It’s a little ways down a bed, propped up on a fold, and showing a head of bright blonde hair and one darker one, both men, both half-flung over each other in a tangle of sheets and the occasional spot of skin.
That is definitely Bucky. And America, who groans and blinks open blue eyes, frowning]
The hell...?
[Bucky groans and sits up at the sound of a voice. His head is pounding like he’s been asleep for a week, and he’s groggy, frowning. Especially when he sees a head of blond hair.] Nnn... Steve? S’goin’ on- [Wait. That’s not Steve. He’s not tall enough. Recognition slowly dawns in his eyes.] ...Alfred? What- Where the hell are my pants?
[America stares at him with confusion creasing his face, though that slowly transitions into a look of wide-eyed, almost comical horror, and he slowly backs away. The sheets fall off to reveal yeah, he is definitely shirtless at least to the waist]
Y-you-- you don’t have-- I don’t have--
[Well. This is awkward. Last time he saw Alfred, he was killing him. Bucky backs away slowly and yeah, he’s at LEAST naked to the waist, too, though he’s trying to bend over the side of the bed and find his boxer briefs, at least.] Shit. What happened? We weren’t drinking, were we? We couldn’t have been, I haven’t seen you since- Fuck me. ...That was a bad choice of swears...
[Alfred shakes his head vigorously, pale as the sheets he is very pointedly keeping wrapped around his waist] What’s the last thing you remember? This can’t be-- we definitely didn’t.... actually... do anything.....
[He looks over to meet Bucky’s eyes, half-panicked]
….right?
I- There’s no way- I don’t remember-... What the fuck, I know I fell asleep in my own fucking bed the other night! Shit, what day is it, even...
Lemme-- hang on. [As Alfred stretches for the ‘berry, the sheet falls down, revealing... yup. He is definitely not wearing anything. Stark naked.
And then he sees the small red ‘recording’ light and goes even paler, if possible, eyes growing huge] Shit! No! It’s record-- [And with a savage jab of the thumb, the feet cuts]
That is definitely Bucky. And America, who groans and blinks open blue eyes, frowning]
The hell...?
[Bucky groans and sits up at the sound of a voice. His head is pounding like he’s been asleep for a week, and he’s groggy, frowning. Especially when he sees a head of blond hair.] Nnn... Steve? S’goin’ on- [Wait. That’s not Steve. He’s not tall enough. Recognition slowly dawns in his eyes.] ...Alfred? What- Where the hell are my pants?
[America stares at him with confusion creasing his face, though that slowly transitions into a look of wide-eyed, almost comical horror, and he slowly backs away. The sheets fall off to reveal yeah, he is definitely shirtless at least to the waist]
Y-you-- you don’t have-- I don’t have--
[Well. This is awkward. Last time he saw Alfred, he was killing him. Bucky backs away slowly and yeah, he’s at LEAST naked to the waist, too, though he’s trying to bend over the side of the bed and find his boxer briefs, at least.] Shit. What happened? We weren’t drinking, were we? We couldn’t have been, I haven’t seen you since- Fuck me. ...That was a bad choice of swears...
[Alfred shakes his head vigorously, pale as the sheets he is very pointedly keeping wrapped around his waist] What’s the last thing you remember? This can’t be-- we definitely didn’t.... actually... do anything.....
[He looks over to meet Bucky’s eyes, half-panicked]
….right?
I- There’s no way- I don’t remember-... What the fuck, I know I fell asleep in my own fucking bed the other night! Shit, what day is it, even...
Lemme-- hang on. [As Alfred stretches for the ‘berry, the sheet falls down, revealing... yup. He is definitely not wearing anything. Stark naked.
And then he sees the small red ‘recording’ light and goes even paler, if possible, eyes growing huge] Shit! No! It’s record-- [And with a savage jab of the thumb, the feet cuts]