oh Brother:3

why are you always causing some kind of chaos

I told you to not put your arm in the dishwasher, James Buchanan Barnes! You're going to break the dishwasher!

T’Challa right?

Well it's a pleasure to meet you too

T’Challa right?

Are you free for dinner tonight?

T'challa: I'll pick you up. I have a surprise

Bucky raises an eyebrow at how fast he answered him. He read the message and instantly ducks his head back, confused. He’s here? He walks over to open the curtains, and sure enough, there he was.

He takes a second to take in everything about Bucky. He looks at his hair, his clothes, him. He supposed that Bucky had changed, but to T'challa he looks like the same man he knew. He smiles and gestures toward the motorbike

Bucky smirks faintly as he settles onto the bike, the leather of his gloves creaking against the handlebars. He glances over at T’Challa, one of his brows raised. "Shuri’s the scariest one out of all of you. You’re not wrong to be worried."

He feels T’Challa’s hands land on his shoulders—hesitant, a little stiff. He doesn’t comment on it, but the corner of his mouth twitches. "Shuri rebuilt my arm and threatened me in the same breath. That’s not overprotective. That’s terrifying."

He kills the engine and steps off, pulling off his helmet and glancing back. “Not a clue.. how about this, you go there and I’ll follow behind?”

He has fun with it for a while, racing through the streets, before pulling up outside a fancy restaurant

I'm back from my trip.

my own brother

not water but I do D:

Okay

Yes but its night, so it's at least cool

Are you free for dinner tonight?

T'challa: I'll pick you up. I have a surprise

Bucky raises an eyebrow at how fast he answered him. He read the message and instantly ducks his head back, confused. He’s here? He walks over to open the curtains, and sure enough, there he was.

He takes a second to take in everything about Bucky. He looks at his hair, his clothes, him. He supposed that Bucky had changed, but to T'challa he looks like the same man he knew. He smiles and gestures toward the motorbike

Bucky smirks faintly as he settles onto the bike, the leather of his gloves creaking against the handlebars. He glances over at T’Challa, one of his brows raised. "Shuri’s the scariest one out of all of you. You’re not wrong to be worried."

He feels T’Challa’s hands land on his shoulders—hesitant, a little stiff. He doesn’t comment on it, but the corner of his mouth twitches. "Shuri rebuilt my arm and threatened me in the same breath. That’s not overprotective. That’s terrifying."

He kills the engine and steps off, pulling off his helmet and glancing back. “Not a clue.. how about this, you go there and I’ll follow behind?”

Are you free for dinner tonight?

T'challa: I'll pick you up. I have a surprise

Bucky raises an eyebrow at how fast he answered him. He read the message and instantly ducks his head back, confused. He’s here? He walks over to open the curtains, and sure enough, there he was.

He takes a second to take in everything about Bucky. He looks at his hair, his clothes, him. He supposed that Bucky had changed, but to T'challa he looks like the same man he knew. He smiles and gestures toward the motorbike

Bucky smirks faintly as he settles onto the bike, the leather of his gloves creaking against the handlebars. He glances over at T’Challa, one of his brows raised. "Shuri’s the scariest one out of all of you. You’re not wrong to be worried."

He feels T’Challa’s hands land on his shoulders—hesitant, a little stiff. He doesn’t comment on it, but the corner of his mouth twitches. "Shuri rebuilt my arm and threatened me in the same breath. That’s not overprotective. That’s terrifying."

Are you free for dinner tonight?

T'challa: I'll pick you up. I have a surprise

Bucky raises an eyebrow at how fast he answered him. He read the message and instantly ducks his head back, confused. He’s here? He walks over to open the curtains, and sure enough, there he was.

He takes a second to take in everything about Bucky. He looks at his hair, his clothes, him. He supposed that Bucky had changed, but to T'challa he looks like the same man he knew. He smiles and gestures toward the motorbike

Bucky smirks faintly as he settles onto the bike, the leather of his gloves creaking against the handlebars. He glances over at T’Challa, one of his brows raised. "Shuri’s the scariest one out of all of you. You’re not wrong to be worried."

I'm back from my trip.

my own brother

not water but I do D:

Okay

Yes but its night, so it's at least cool

Are you free for dinner tonight?

T'challa: I'll pick you up. I have a surprise

Bucky raises an eyebrow at how fast he answered him. He read the message and instantly ducks his head back, confused. He’s here? He walks over to open the curtains, and sure enough, there he was.

He takes a second to take in everything about Bucky. He looks at his hair, his clothes, him. He supposed that Bucky had changed, but to T'challa he looks like the same man he knew. He smiles and gestures toward the motorbike

Are you free for dinner tonight?

T'challa: I'll pick you up. I have a surprise

I'm back from my trip.

my own brother

not water but I do D:

Okay

Yes but its night, so it's at least cool

I'm back from my trip.

my own brother

not water but I do D:

Okay

Yes but its night, so it's at least cool

I'm back from my trip.

my own brother

not water but I do D:

Okay