A living legend

[There is a small hand covering the camera, at least for a moment, and then a very curious blond face is peering into it, kind of fascinated with this whole thing. It is most definitely Steve Rogers, for those who saw him during past floods, except -- quite a bit tinier, slightly dirty and grinning.  Steve's thin, a little delicate, and looks like he might get blown away if a big enough gust of wind came by.   Despite that, he's still cheerful and curious.  He’s not entirely sure what this place is, but it’s clearly going to be fun.]

Is this working?

[Someone enthusiastically but still relatively gently pushes Steve out of the way to try to get a look at the device too. He’s about the same size, definitely less frail and sickly looking, and he’s got what should hopefully be a familiar Brooklyn accent as he looks into the camera, brow furrowed slightly.]

I don’t know, did you do it right? This is the weirdest radio I’ve ever seen.

[Steve promptly elbows him right back, though honestly he looks like he might break if he falls over too hard. Whatever, it’s Bucky and he’s used to this kind of thing.]

Hey, you got your own, I’m using it right now! [He pokes at the screen again, then gives Bucky a nudge and settles back.] I think it’s on. Uh. Hello, I’m Steve Rogers, and this is James Barnes.

[Bucky is giving you such a look right now, Steve and is unapologetically cutting you off before this goes any further.] Bucky. It’s Bucky Barnes, Steve. No one calls me “James”.

[That promptly gets an eyeroll, but he concedes the point.] Fine, okay, Bucky Barnes. Anyway, what is this place? It looks fun. Are there films?

[You’re being nudged again, Steve.] Ask about baseball. And whose apartment this is.


(OOC: Tags will be coming from doesntlikebullies and andidomeanrun !)