|| Sorry for my absence on all accounts. I'm currently busy with preparing for a con and I have still a lot to do. Once that passed, I'll be back on here and all my other accounts as best as I can. Love you all.

You're still bitter about that? Damn, you are so unforgiving. Atleast you finally acknowledge that you have a crush on me A damn huge one at that.

A weak point, hit directly. Good job, Barnes. Sam gasps audibly and glares at him. "You better take that back, 'cause I am hilarious as hell. Steve can't hold up with that level of humor."

Wilson was leaning against the counter of his kitchen, exhausted, unable to process his thoughts further. What was next for him? He'd left the States for a while, trying to find himself. What did he return to?

"Damn. Guess I ain't gonna take part in anything. Just gonna drink my OJ."

|| This is quite depressing but kind of amusing at the same time. Depends on the point of view you choose. But yeah, that's how it is. I'm trying.

|| So I watched DP2 today finally. IT WAS AWESOME.

/: here's the fucking truth of it, unless you write descriptive, have a hot/popular FC you are never going to get noticed because all everyone is interested in is shipping/smut. It's never about storylines anymore, which is a shame because alot of people have great storylines.

"What's up? Name's Sam Wilson. Also known as either 'Bird Man' or 'Choccocino'. The last one is reserved for one person and one person /only/. Nice to meet y'all."

|| Completely starting all this shit over again. I have my morals, principals, whatever the fuck you call it. Hit me up, y'all.

"𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣." ﹡Cᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ Aᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀ | Sᴛᴇᴠᴇ Rᴏɢᴇʀs ﹡ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ | Lɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ﹡ SL | Bᴀɴᴛᴇʀ ﹡ Sʜɪᴘs ᴡ/ ᴄʜᴇᴍ ﹡ ♯Yαмαɴe > 𝑹𝑻?

Just basically throws one directly into Bucky's chest.

Does Bucky need CPR? Sam would gladly do CPR on him.

Oh snap. CPR incoming. Chococcino and Vanilla Ice will fuse together. CHEST COMPRASSIONS!

Can he though? Can he really?

Well. Sam is in for some fun.

Awkward now that he is the one laying on his back. On the bed. With Bucky on top.

He gulps. Please let this be over soon. Or something like that. "Huh?"

"Uh-huh. Real nice." He acts all pissed, but really, maybe he wanted some more time with him like that. ... Was that Sam actually thinking that way? What was he, gay? Oh no.

"About what?" He felt so confused all of the sudden. As if that simple act of pushing him on the bed was enough to erase his memory.