MCA #9, Early Saturday Morning
Feb. 7th, 2009 04:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
screwyoumarvelThe phone was ringing.
"The sun's not up yet. Make it good."
"Hey. I've got most of your stuff packed up for the courier. Albums, tools, anything that looks like a stray motorcycle part, that stuff was easy, and I think I got all the art stuff you wanted, even if I had to keep calling Bernie to find out what things were. But I cannot find your computer or, um, 'tablet,' anywhere, so did you actually ever unpack the things, and if not, can I open those boxes in the hall closet without something from your freakshow island leaping out to eat my face? If you did unpack them, then my only guess is that one of your friends is a kleptomaniac and letting them meet here was a huge mistake and I told you so. My money's on Spider-Man. What's up with that costume, anyway?"
If Steve had been himself, he would have been glad to hear that kind of cheerful speech from Bucky, and would have told him his computer and tablet were shoved under the couch, where they'd gotten left when Steve got frustrated with them, and that the associated wires and things were, indeed, in a box in the closet, which would not eat his face. Sadly, Steve was not feeling like himself this morning.
Well, actually, he was. Only more...douchey. "Who is this?"
"This is Bucky, Steve. I didn't think it was that early. Schoolteacher life making you soft?"
"That's not funny." Even if this guy weren't about fifty years too young, imitating Bucky would never be funny, and when he found this guy, he was going to hurt him.
"I thought it was a little funny. Okay, look, ten seconds to wake up, and then tell me where your computer is. Go."
This was a horrible information-gathering attempt on more than one level, because, "I don't own a computer."
"That seems to be the word on the street, but you did tell me otherwise...okay, you know what? I'll call back when you're awake." Click.
Well, that had been odd. But now it was time for his morning workout.
((Steve is now Ultimate Captain America, who's just like regular Captain America only he's a douchey jackass with 'roid rage. So not really.))
"The sun's not up yet. Make it good."
"Hey. I've got most of your stuff packed up for the courier. Albums, tools, anything that looks like a stray motorcycle part, that stuff was easy, and I think I got all the art stuff you wanted, even if I had to keep calling Bernie to find out what things were. But I cannot find your computer or, um, 'tablet,' anywhere, so did you actually ever unpack the things, and if not, can I open those boxes in the hall closet without something from your freakshow island leaping out to eat my face? If you did unpack them, then my only guess is that one of your friends is a kleptomaniac and letting them meet here was a huge mistake and I told you so. My money's on Spider-Man. What's up with that costume, anyway?"
If Steve had been himself, he would have been glad to hear that kind of cheerful speech from Bucky, and would have told him his computer and tablet were shoved under the couch, where they'd gotten left when Steve got frustrated with them, and that the associated wires and things were, indeed, in a box in the closet, which would not eat his face. Sadly, Steve was not feeling like himself this morning.
Well, actually, he was. Only more...douchey. "Who is this?"
"This is Bucky, Steve. I didn't think it was that early. Schoolteacher life making you soft?"
"That's not funny." Even if this guy weren't about fifty years too young, imitating Bucky would never be funny, and when he found this guy, he was going to hurt him.
"I thought it was a little funny. Okay, look, ten seconds to wake up, and then tell me where your computer is. Go."
This was a horrible information-gathering attempt on more than one level, because, "I don't own a computer."
"That seems to be the word on the street, but you did tell me otherwise...okay, you know what? I'll call back when you're awake." Click.
Well, that had been odd. But now it was time for his morning workout.
((Steve is now Ultimate Captain America, who's just like regular Captain America only he's a douchey jackass with 'roid rage. So not really.))
