Jun 13, 2019
@ghcstbarnes
“Are you visiting me, or is my dad bugging you to check in on me?” Ira asked without needing to turn around to know who was there. He shut his journal, immediately shoving it into his messenger bag on the library table like it had the most secrets of the universe lying within it’s leather bound pages. He turned towards Bucky, appearing neither annoyed nor angry, despite the tone of his voice. “Tell him my phone is broken if he’s asking why I’m not returning his calls.” His phone wasn’t broken. He just didn’t feel like returning the calls.
