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[offthatpath]

Why's that? You don't like kids or something?

[He ducks his head, laughing, narrowly avoiding the piece of popcorn that sails over his shoulders and lands on the couch on the other side of him.]

Or maybe it's because you resemble a child too much yourself?

[He's going to ignore that last bit. His jokes are clearly hilarious.]

[sidecars]

[ Wow. How offensive. Bucky is so offended. ]

Does this look like a child to you?!

[ He rolls up a sleeve and flashes his guns. He's a twink, but his arms are still well-defined. There's hardly a scrap of fat on him. Mainly due to malnourishment, but still! You gotta be cut to keep up with Cap! ]

Yeah, lookit these guns, baby! Ka-pooow! [ He flexes as he makes gunfire noises. Don't make him pull his shirt off to prove his point further!! HE'LL DO IT! ]

[offthatpath]

[Alec glances between Bucky's revealed bicep and his face, a smile curling his lips.]

Really? Your answer is to show off your muscles? That's why I say you're like a kid.

Besides...[He reaches in the bowl for some popcorn and pops some kernels in his mouth before continuing.] I've seen bigger.

[sidecars]

[ His eyes almost pop out of their sockets with that eye roll. ] Well we can't all be blessed with a Herculean figure. That would be too swell...

[ Bitter? OH A TAD. ]

My partner's built like a damn Greek statue. Lucky bastard...