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[notacyclonefan]

@notyourasset

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[text]: Orange sherbert and ice milk

[text]: Still figuring out how to use google, grandpa? :P

[text]: Weird. You forgot magic. I’m pretty sure there’s magic in those. [text]: You’re hilarious. You’re also older than me, so joke’s on you. [text]: I just hit the wrong thing. You don’t even want to know what I sent to someone the other day.

[notacyclonefan]

@ironsass

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Tony was exhausted. He’d been conscious for 150 hours straight without sleep. That was an impossible task for some, but for Tony? It was the norm. However, watching movies always drained him. So gradually, feeling the warmth of the man beside him and the lull of the movie, Tony’s eyelids began to close. Eventually he was against Steve’s shoulder, eyes shut and breath coming out in slow puffs. Throughout the night, he ended up shrugging into Steve’s lap, then curled in a small ball, much like a cat. He’d be mortified when he woke up, probably. 

He was part-cat; Steve was convinced. He tried to fight the urge to pet him like one, managing (just barely) to hold himself back. That said, he couldn't quite stop himself from reaching out to brush some of the man's hair back. It was a wreck, and he was doing him a favor. That was what he told himself anyway, an amused, fond grin tugging at his lips. It was obvious Tony was exhausted. he worked too damn much, stayed up too damn long. And Steve couldn't say a hell of a lot. He was the very image of pushing limits. That didn't mean he couldn't be a hypocrite and sigh when he saw Tony doing it. Steve managed to murmur a thank you when someone brought over a blanket and he tried like hell to arrange it around the man's legs without shifting him too much. When he woke up, Steve was sure it would be interesting. He couldn't really say he minded, though. He didn't.

[notacyclonefan]

@themetalarmdude

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Buck was exhausted and tired. Though tired not only in the sleepy way. He was tired of being him. He was tired of having a metal arm. He was tired of being judged. He was just tired and so it was rare that he was able to relax. But he knew if there was an occasion where he could truly relax, it would be with Steve.

The fact that this car ride was anything but relaxing didn’t bother him at all. The whole day was exhausting enough for Bucky to fall asleep on an active volcano. When his head slipped down onto the others shoulder the soldier had already drifted off into his not-so-sweet dreams.

Even though he really wished to stay calm and maybe just dream nothing for this nap he didn’t succeed and after just a few minutes he already started shifting uncomfortably in his place, a frown on his face.

He felt it when Bucky started to shift in place and looked over. It took some adjusting, but he managed to get a look at the man's face without really displacing him. What he saw had his own expression shifting to match Bucky's. His frown was all concern, though, and his brow softened as he tried to figure out what he should do.

In truth, it felt almost kinder to just let him rest. He wasn't sure, though, didn't know how to leave him in what looked like it might be a less-than-pleasant dream. In the end, it was that frown that had him reacting, reaching out to brush a hand gently across Bucky's shoulder.

"Hey." It was soft, barely a whisper under the sound of the cars rushing by theirs, the purr of the engine, the hiss of the air conditioner. "Bucky." There was already an apology in his voice. "Wake up, Buck. S'okay."

[notacyclonefan]

@theassassinhawk

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Name the time and place, and I’ll be there. ;D

Now and home? If that’s too soon, I can give a little. How about in five minutes?