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screwyoumarvelSteve was doing crunches when his phone rang. Since only one person had that particular number, he took his time getting to it. Had a drink of water, wiped the sweat from his brow, then answered the phone. "Hello?"
"All right, listen," said Nick Fury, "through a clever combination of bribery and threats, I've convinced him to go. You can thank me later."
"Who's going to what?"
"Barnes. Your island. This weekend."
"Bucky's coming here?" Steve squeaked. Yes, squeaked. There was no more manly word for it.
"Yes. The rest is up to you." And then, perhaps predictably, Fury hung up on him.
That dopey grin on Steve's face? That would be the 'Bucky's coming here,' grin. Steve seemed totally unconcerned that even with Bucky on the same small island, he still had to find him and get him to talk to him. These were, as far as he was concerned, minor issues.
"All right, listen," said Nick Fury, "through a clever combination of bribery and threats, I've convinced him to go. You can thank me later."
"Who's going to what?"
"Barnes. Your island. This weekend."
"Bucky's coming here?" Steve squeaked. Yes, squeaked. There was no more manly word for it.
"Yes. The rest is up to you." And then, perhaps predictably, Fury hung up on him.
That dopey grin on Steve's face? That would be the 'Bucky's coming here,' grin. Steve seemed totally unconcerned that even with Bucky on the same small island, he still had to find him and get him to talk to him. These were, as far as he was concerned, minor issues.
