Lets Go on a Feels Trip

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Natasha: *goes on nearest intercom* STEVE ROGERS IS BORING 

Bucky’s making French toast, and Steve’s “helping” him. Really, Steve’s throwing him these sad little looks and trying not to let Bucky catch him. Like Bucky doesn’t notice everything Steve does. Finally, when Bucky can’t take the puppy-dog eyes anymore, he turns to Steve and gives him a bitter little smile.

“Guess that answers my question about how well I’ll do with fireworks, huh?” He jokes. He flips a piece of French toast and misjudges the strength in his arm. It splats on the counter.

“You did great, Buck,” Steve tells him in a rush. “Really. I’m proud of you.”

Bucky…can’t think about that. That’s going to take time to process, and he doesn’t have time right now. Every conversation with Steve goes fast, because Steve’s so quick and pushes back on Bucky. It’s great, it’s nice, but it doesn’t leave much room for Bucky to parse through his emotions while he’s trying to keep up.

“Yeah, well,” Bucky says with a shrug. “Next Fourth of July oughta be fun.”

 Steve hands him a plate, reminding him to keep moving on breakfast. They’ve got a dining room full of hungry friends. And then Steve says, so casual and easy, “We should go to the cabin again next year. That was good.”

Bucky wants to just close his eyes for a second. They can’t go to the cabin again next year. In June, they have to get divorced, and they can’t spend July—Steve’s birthday—together after they’re divorced. The Commandos would definitely have some questions.

its augu…….st?? tomorrW???????????

8th monTH???????? 4 ,more mont hs of 2013?????????????

what??????????????????????????????………………………..

And old people use ellipses simply to indicate a pause, or for some other incomprehensible reason I’m not aware of. But young people use ellipses to indicate passive-aggression.

So an old person could type something like:

how are things going with your “boyfriend”….

and what they mean is

How are things going with your boyfriend? [Im so excited for you, sweetie, and I wanna hear about it]

But a young person would interpret that sentence as

Mushrooms that alter the DNA of other mushrooms they meet into becoming clones of the parasitic mushroom (they're delicious).

Mushrooms that will kill you by literally destroying your DNA similar to how radiation poisoning works. They look like several edible mushrooms and the flavor is apparently 'Not Bad', but eating even a flake of one will kill you slowly over the course of about 5 days. There is no cure.

Mushrooms that many people report will let you meet God and is extremely effective at treating depression and PTSD. Flavor passable.

Mushrooms that are so biologically similar to human flesh that people who have eaten them have sometimes developed allergies to thier own bodies. According to the few cannibals that have tried them, the flavor and texture is indistinguishable from human flesh as well.

Two identical-looking mushrooms. The european one is a delicious food staple, the American one is lethal within minutes of ingestion. I was put off eating mushrooms as a child after I lost a whole family of neighbors to a misidenitified hungarian stew.