Bucky could probably do it just as easily with a bar of soap on the floor of the shower.
He looks so familiar like this. Quieter, not gleefully insulting Steve just to see Steve make a face. But it's still him. It's Bucky there, Bucky's amusement at Steve being not quite as smooth as he wants to be.
Bucky looks away. That's okay. That's normal. They can't push everything too quickly.
"I'll put the lamp on and read my exciting magazine," Steve says, nodding to the lamp with the cracked shade over his bed. He can manage a few hours staying up. He hasn't exactly been sticking to a 24 hour cycle lately himself anyway - he's been sleeping when he can, when he can make himself - and it won't exactly kill him.
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He looks so familiar like this. Quieter, not gleefully insulting Steve just to see Steve make a face. But it's still him. It's Bucky there, Bucky's amusement at Steve being not quite as smooth as he wants to be.
Bucky looks away. That's okay. That's normal. They can't push everything too quickly.
"I'll put the lamp on and read my exciting magazine," Steve says, nodding to the lamp with the cracked shade over his bed. He can manage a few hours staying up. He hasn't exactly been sticking to a 24 hour cycle lately himself anyway - he's been sleeping when he can, when he can make himself - and it won't exactly kill him.
"Shoot. Anything."