Jul. 11th, 2017

tarotgal: (Avengers-colorful)
3. Cells
(Avengers, Tony/Steve/Bucky)

HEHTChuhhh!

Bucky sat hunched over, elbows on knees, head in hands. At the sound, his head snapped up to look from his jail cell into the next. “You cold?”

Tony crossed his arms over his chest. The only thing he wore were boxers. “Can’t imagine why. Sniff! When’s Steve coming?”

Bucky shrugged and ran one good hand and one metal one through his hair. “Long time, I hope. He’s gonna chew us out. We promised we wouldn’t wind up here again.”

“Steve knew we wouldn’t keep that promise.” He sighed. “Just wish I could remember what we did this time.”

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