Re: John Constantine - Bucky Barnes
It was alright, John could think of at least twenty times each day in which he needed a cigarette. Upon waking up was really just the start of it.
"Bless," he repeated, half amused, and crossed his legs lazily at the ankle, peeking up to make sure Chas was still chasing his tail. "Think I'm the last one who'd lecture about your bad habits. When's the marathon?"