[ Well, it's sort of a video, anyway. It's actually just a recording of a drawing, specifically of a gryphon, because the locket doesn't seem to have a picture message function. ]
[ Immediately after this, Ariadne starts sending out a few messages. ]
If you're still at the Station, can you stay there for a bit? A Necroveil is coming to the manor in the next hour to talk about the war and I don't want you to get caught in the middle.
[She's not alone. It doesn't take him long to answer back, but first he smiles down at the text. Anyone else, he might think that Bucky was attempting a one-armed strangle hold.]
He likes you. Six months from now he'll be asking you out for an ice cream soda, and then we're gonna have problems.
[He's kind of assumed that Steve's escaped the manor at some point, and there's been too much to deal with without worrying about Steve... so he hasn't tried to get a hold of him.
There's a pang of... guilt? at the realization, but more nervousness when he thinks about what he's been doing. He's not sure Steve would... approve. It's war, yes, but Steve doesn't seem to like who he is now. He probably won't approve of his actions on the battlefield. Maybe. He doesn't know. But there's a mild panic at the thought that Steve won't like it, because if Steve doesn't like it, then he might be in trouble.
And when he's in trouble with a commander, that usually means punishment. And Steve's the closest thing to a commander he has right now.
But failing to check in would cause more problems.
[They'll need to sit down and talk about that at some point. Steve's thought about him, worried and hoped that he was okay during the past few days. Things are finally at an end, though he feels more tired than relieved.
But then he hears Bucky's voice. And it was war, and in short? Bucky's alive. Whatever he's done, that's all that matters to Steve.]
[He realizes far too late that he didn't tell Steve he was leaving, and hasn't said anything since, and it's been four days and they had just said they should try not to be apart for too long... so. Time to check in.]
[He thought about going to find him. But Bucky obviously chose to leave. Steve just wishes he knew why. And then things happened to distract him - something was going on with his shard, Sam woke up with wings coming out of his back. Colonel Phillips lifted his leg on a fairy.
But this was always at the back of his mind.]
If you didn't like arts and crafts hour, you could've just said so.
[A couple of days after Dave's network post, Steve is visited by one of his wood birds carrying a letter with his name and a doodled star shield. (Papyrus but written with a pen like only Dave would do.)
In the letter he explains he's learned lockets are being watched and that's why he's worked on this little project of enchanting toys as a carrier service. If Steve ever needs to send a letter or small package through a safe messenger, these gals are at his service. He also says he'll work on making a bigger one, because he hasn't forgotten his promise.
The little bird will stay for a moment, perched on a window, in case there's anything to bring back before returning to its master.]
[He's not surprised that the lockets are being watched, but he's impressed at what Dave's created to get around it. And this is the perfect chance to send him something he's been working on.
It's drawing of New York City that he's been working on - the modern version of it, the one Dave would know better. He's even placed one of his little birds in it before sending it on its way.]
[ All this is Natasha humming Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas. Because it's cold! And Steve was in an iceberg! Whatever, she thinks she's funny. ]
[ Short, sweet, to the point. He's been seeing plenty of his own, but it's not anything new anymore. It's actually quite new to many other people recently -- which is why it's flagged right up where Steve is concerned. ]
[Although he's crossed a couple of alternative explanations off the list already. Steve's rubbing his face as he answers. It's been a rough couple of days for him too.]
[ Much like her other friends, the box that Hermione sends has a charmed cloak, a charmedbag and set of potions to offer protection.
Steve also receives a set of blankets, charmed to be warm, a pair of gloves with the same and a broach with some runes to keep him safe and protected. ]
[ There's a small pile of things by Steve's bedside now, drawings of him and Bucky and Sam (when he sits still long enough) and Straton and various places in the Drabwurld. There are notes describing the things that have happened, an obsidian necklace that acts as a communication device, a gold swan from May, and pleas to wake up in every single one even if they aren't spelled out. For his birthday, Ariadne carefully fastens a leather cuff around his wrist, presses a kiss to his lips, and leaves another note. ]
Happy birthday, Steve.
The cuff is enchanted; nothing too special, but if you trail your finger over the star from the first point and go all the way around, you'll hear music.
"Non, je ne regrette rien Car ma vie, car mes joies Aujourd'hui, ça commence avec toi"
[ are you sick of spam from me yet? you better not be 'cause here's another, coming to steve relatively late at night from somewhere along the edge of the plains of cathraon. sam looks tired and his voice is quieter than usual, but he's - alert, which is a nice change from the last few days before he took off without a word. ]
[One simply does not get tired of Sam Wilson. Steve's awake, but even more so when he sees Sam's face on the locket. Emotions have been going a bit haywire, he realizes that. But it's not like Sam to just take off like that.]
No, I'm awake. [And then, cautiously.] Is everything okay?
[ She's been leaving notes and drawings and gifts all year, and Steve is still asleep. This Yule she leaves him another kiss and a ring -- small, small enough that Ariadne could wear it, with the curved horns of Diasbaile on top. ]
If you're ever in trouble with any native Unseelie or vampires, show them this. It might help.
[ Along with the ring and note, there's a sprig of mistletoe, enchanted to always stay fresh. ]
When I last spoke to you, we had discussed training together and practising different techniques. If you are still interested, I'd very much still like to do so.
[It's late. Very late. But he hasn't been sleeping well, even with Ariadne there. So he slips out of bed and sits in the hall, his back up against the wall, and pulls out the dog tag that he wears around his neck.
James Buchanan Barnes.
He's still not sure who that is.
He activates it, but it's a long silence before he finally speaks, quietly, hesitantly, his voice a little rough from disuse. He hasn't been talking a lot these past few days.]
All right, Cap, I'm under orders. Let's pack up and move out, we're moving the kids out to the Nest for the weekend. If you behave, I'll even let you be the little spoon tonight.
[ 100% serious sam wilson is a man on a mission he comin 4 u. ]
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