[ He ought to maybe insist that Steve wears a helmet before he gets his brains spilled out across the pavement, but he knows that honestly, out of the two of them, Steve has a better shot at surviving an accident anyway.
His feet shift, finding the best position, and his hands wind around his waist, holding tightly just as instructed. There's no chance in Hell he'd let go but they both know that, so he lets Steve say it and listens to the rumble of the bike under them.
Sometimes, it's a little jarring to realize how things have changed. Not just him - the world, Steve, everything. The Steve he knew back then probably would have been in his spot, holding onto Bucky on the bike, and Bucky would have made him wear at least nine layers of some kind of protection just in case.
Now, he's pressed up against broad shoulders and muscles and it's still weird, like seeing double vision sometimes, remembering the man Steve used to be and the one he is now. ]
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His feet shift, finding the best position, and his hands wind around his waist, holding tightly just as instructed. There's no chance in Hell he'd let go but they both know that, so he lets Steve say it and listens to the rumble of the bike under them.
Sometimes, it's a little jarring to realize how things have changed. Not just him - the world, Steve, everything. The Steve he knew back then probably would have been in his spot, holding onto Bucky on the bike, and Bucky would have made him wear at least nine layers of some kind of protection just in case.
Now, he's pressed up against broad shoulders and muscles and it's still weird, like seeing double vision sometimes, remembering the man Steve used to be and the one he is now. ]