you know I’m supposed to be a sniper here can’t do much sniping if I suddenly break into song before shooting somebody in the head anybody in this weird notebook have any idea how to get rid of this or am I just stuck with it for oh I don’t know the entire war
[two: non-infection || 1940s]
so my best friend and his dame Agt. C— are apparently on the outs, he’s been sighing forlornly at his compass for days have no idea what happened, have been a little bit occupied lately but since I’m stuck with this weird journal I gotta ask should I lock them both in a room and have them yell some sense into each other, or give it up and take my friend out dancing? let him meet some nice girls??
[three: canon update || voice || 2014]
Well. I gotta say, this is a lot handier than a magic notebook. [Bucky’s voice is tired, a little hoarse, like he hasn’t had much chance to use it lately. Which is true, sort of.] Hey. It’s—It’s been a while. Seventy years, I think? I’m not sure, but—hi. I’m back, I think. Sorry about that last entry, [the one that he hadn’t replied to because:] I sorta fell off a train. Long story.
Anyone got a room to let for a couple days? Promise I’ll be out of your hair in no time, I just gotta lie low for a little while.
James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes | MCU | open to threadjacks
you know
I’m supposed to be a sniper here
can’t do much sniping if I suddenly break into song before shooting somebody in the head
anybody in this weird notebook have any idea how to get rid of this or am I just stuck with it for oh I don’t know the entire war
[two: non-infection || 1940s]
so my best friend and his dame Agt. C— are apparently on the outs, he’s been sighing forlornly at his compass for days
have no idea what happened, have been a little bit occupied lately
but since I’m stuck with this weird journal I gotta ask
should I lock them both in a room and have them yell some sense into each other, or give it up and take my friend out dancing? let him meet some nice girls??
[three: canon update || voice || 2014]
Well. I gotta say, this is a lot handier than a magic notebook. [Bucky’s voice is tired, a little hoarse, like he hasn’t had much chance to use it lately. Which is true, sort of.] Hey. It’s—It’s been a while. Seventy years, I think? I’m not sure, but—hi. I’m back, I think. Sorry about that last entry, [the one that he hadn’t replied to because:] I sorta fell off a train. Long story.
Anyone got a room to let for a couple days? Promise I’ll be out of your hair in no time, I just gotta lie low for a little while.