[Steve also hasn't had a real home in a long time. During the war, there had been so much moving around, and a grouping of tents and cots didn't really count as home. Everything had always felt far too temporary and yet crushingly permanent during that time.
It's something he and Bucky had talked about once. How each decision made during war time could decide not only your life or death, but that of your comrades.
Maybe that's why both of them are a little more reckless than they should be. Maybe that's why they shrug their shoulders and settle down on his bike without bothering with any helmets.
They've both got some serum in them, and Steve realizes in some ways that's the worst thing. He and Bucky hadn't been particularly good at taking of themselves even beforehand. Now they've got an easy excuse for why they don't exert more caution.
Still, they can take care of each other pretty well, so Steve figures it all balances out. Now that Bucky's here with him, it's the closest he's really felt to home in a long time. Which, appropriately enough, is where they're headed now.
Steve leans back against Bucky, soaks in his warmth for a moment, and then turns his bike on. It comes to life with a sweet purr, and Steve speeds them out of the garage in no time.]
Should take about half an hour to make our way over there. Hold on tight.
[It's said mainly as a joke. Steve knows Bucky won't let go of him, not for the world.]
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It's something he and Bucky had talked about once. How each decision made during war time could decide not only your life or death, but that of your comrades.
Maybe that's why both of them are a little more reckless than they should be. Maybe that's why they shrug their shoulders and settle down on his bike without bothering with any helmets.
They've both got some serum in them, and Steve realizes in some ways that's the worst thing. He and Bucky hadn't been particularly good at taking of themselves even beforehand. Now they've got an easy excuse for why they don't exert more caution.
Still, they can take care of each other pretty well, so Steve figures it all balances out. Now that Bucky's here with him, it's the closest he's really felt to home in a long time. Which, appropriately enough, is where they're headed now.
Steve leans back against Bucky, soaks in his warmth for a moment, and then turns his bike on. It comes to life with a sweet purr, and Steve speeds them out of the garage in no time.]
Should take about half an hour to make our way over there. Hold on tight.
[It's said mainly as a joke. Steve knows Bucky won't let go of him, not for the world.]