[ They rumble to a stop in an unfamiliar stretch of New York (which isn't saying much; most of NY is unfamiliar and Bucky just sort of rolls with it. There are cars and horns all around them and it still makes him itch, just a little, to have his back exposed like this.
His feet touch the ground lightly while they wait at the stoplight, hands shifting from around his stomach to just curling around Steve's waist. ]
I'm fine. [ And if he leans in a little bit, puts his chin nearly on Steve's shoulder, well. ] First picture. Or wherever is nearest.
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His feet touch the ground lightly while they wait at the stoplight, hands shifting from around his stomach to just curling around Steve's waist. ]
I'm fine. [ And if he leans in a little bit, puts his chin nearly on Steve's shoulder, well. ] First picture. Or wherever is nearest.