[ Look buddy, this is serious. He flosses and everything, but he's always half suspected the serum kinda helped keep his dental record absolutely pristine. Now one day he might walk into the dentist and find out he needs a root canal.
He hates the dentist.
The breathy, squeaking sounds earn Bucky a mock-rueful look, a barely suppressed smile of his own. Slaps him backhanded in the chest, a nice hollow thud against his ribs. Yeah, yeah laugh it up. You're in the same boat, pal. You and your sweet tooth better watch it.
He snorts, jutting his chin toward him. ]
Think you can get me on your dental?
[ He starts shuffling forward to reposition so that he can lie flat with the pillow under his head and one arm bent. ]
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He hates the dentist.
The breathy, squeaking sounds earn Bucky a mock-rueful look, a barely suppressed smile of his own. Slaps him backhanded in the chest, a nice hollow thud against his ribs. Yeah, yeah laugh it up. You're in the same boat, pal. You and your sweet tooth better watch it.
He snorts, jutting his chin toward him. ]
Think you can get me on your dental?
[ He starts shuffling forward to reposition so that he can lie flat with the pillow under his head and one arm bent. ]