bullshit detected
the lock jammed on the front door of my shitty prewar apartment building so i just spent twenty minutes forcing it open while my very drunk neighbor sat on the steps nodding at my efforts and going “this is fun. being locked out together. we should hang out more”
he’s like 6’2” and jacked at one point he was like “try a kick. try… kicking it” so i donkey kicked it as hard as i could and it did absolutely nothing but he was still like “wow. more torque…. than i expected. you’ve got a surprising, uh. torque to size ratio” and i think i’m putting it on my resume
#BUCKY AND STEVE #MERRILY DRUNK STEVE ROGERS: ABSOLUTELY DELIGHTED TO BE LOCKED OUT WITH THE HOT NEIGHBOR TWUNK #STEVE: YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE YOU COULD DO. YOU COULD KICK ME IN THE FACE. WITH YOUR MOUTH. I WOULD. I WOULD ENJOY IT #BUCKY: YOU SMELL LIKE CAMPARI AND QUESTIONABLE LIFE CHOICES #STEVE: I CAN BE YOUR QUESTIONABLE LIFE CHOICE #BUCKY: I HAVE SOME QUESTIONS ALRIGHT #BUCKY: HERE’S MY NUMBER SO I CAN ASK THEM WHEN YOU’RE SOBER (via @rohkeutta)
tbh i’m never gonna stop being mad that marvel is too cowardly to admit that steve rogers and bucky barnes are the greatest love story in their cinematic universe
