[ He was messy, once upon a time, but as the soldier - well. The asset didn't have anything to his name. Not even the clothes he wore were his own, but everything had to be arranged with that military precision or else he'd catch hell for it. He wasn't eager to deal with that, either.
Bucky lifts his legs obediently and when Steve settles he dumps them back down on his lap, nudging his toes against his stomach while he hands his phone over. ]
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Bucky lifts his legs obediently and when Steve settles he dumps them back down on his lap, nudging his toes against his stomach while he hands his phone over. ]
Get lost on the way here?