Well, Steve had finally gotten his computer set up so that it actually worked. The part where all the bits were color-coded helped. It hadn't really been as bad as he'd thought it might be. But he was ignoring it today in favor of a sketchpad and charcoal, on which a sketch of two men in army uniforms, one tall, the other...less tall, was forming. They were leaning against a wall, and laughing. The crumpled balls of paper littering the floor around the office indicated this was nowhere near the first draft of this sketch.
"Steve Rogers decides to have fun...it's not just Christmas...it's a Christmas miracle."
"Stop. I have fun."
"When?"
"Remember when I punched Hitler? That was fun."
"Yeah, okay."
He missed his friend.
((Open! Dialogue in italics taken from the Winter Soldier: Winter Kills special. Buckyyyyyyyy.))
"Steve Rogers decides to have fun...it's not just Christmas...it's a Christmas miracle."
"Stop. I have fun."
"When?"
"Remember when I punched Hitler? That was fun."
"Yeah, okay."
He missed his friend.
((Open! Dialogue in italics taken from the Winter Soldier: Winter Kills special. Buckyyyyyyyy.))