If anyone else ruffled Steve's hair like that, he might have honestly snapped a little, but it wsa Bucky and as usual, nothing about it felt condescending. He'd never rejected affection like that from Bucky and he had no reason to start now. The only response he threw at Bucky was a small smile.
Even when his health had been poor, Steve had never been one to give up and having Bucky here only made him feel stronger. Maybe the two of them could do anything together. They would succeed or fail as one and Steve didn't let himself fail, so even if he had to fight for both of them in this smaller body, he would do it.
"Maybe not even for ice cream."
Steve squinted at the horizon. He was used to near-perfect eyesight, but this could be a lot worse. That was probably land up ahead and he didn't see anything else in the air, which was a good first sign, but they would need to land away from people and preferably without being seen. It could give them enough of a head start to get somewhere safe and lay low.
He might not have been the spy that Natasha was, but he understood enough basics to keep his head down now and besides, he stood out a hell of a lot less at this size, didn't he? If Bucky could do it for two years, Steve would follow his lead now and make sure he didn't risk Bucky's safety. All he could hope is that Bucky wouldn't run again, because Steve had even fewer resources to find him again now.
"I can be careful when I want to be." Which is to say he rarely wants to be.
"Thawed ice cream is disgusting," he reflected sagely. Like he had gone out of his way to try it just to say that he had had the experience all over again. "Refrozen ice cream from a full thaw is even worse." Sometimes he wondered if Steve had experimented as he had, trying to figure out the new world in which they existed. Something so simple as the talk of ice cream between people who hadn't exactly been able to afford it in the times that they had grown up.
He watched the horizon slowly come into focus through the general haze of the storm. He was likely quicker to watch it emerge, but he was already surveying a possible area where they could set down the helicopter and just get the heck out of the way of any pursuit. Being on the run meant skirting small villages where everyone knew a stranger easily. It was too dangerous to go running to a brand new big city too, so they would likely be moving quickly and dangerously for awhile.
He nodded his head, aware that Steve could but often didn't bother. All big and confident even in that little body.
As the land came more into view, he pointed to an area that looked like a break in the trees a little further inland. If it was a glade big enough, they should land there and strike out. No point keeping a bird like this in the air for longer than they had to. In a forest, there would be logging roads to make use of. The government likely wouldn't want to be yelling about escaped convicts from a floating prison by his estimations unless he and Steve began to cause havoc, neither of which they wanted.
"Perhaps now would be a good time to want to be, right? At least you're better equipped now with those little fingers to help me get this arm off," he said almost flippantly, maybe the first indication that he was uncomfortable with it.
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keepcruising2018-09-06 02:25 pm
ahh this is so late I'm sorry
Even when his health had been poor, Steve had never been one to give up and having Bucky here only made him feel stronger. Maybe the two of them could do anything together. They would succeed or fail as one and Steve didn't let himself fail, so even if he had to fight for both of them in this smaller body, he would do it.
"Maybe not even for ice cream."
Steve squinted at the horizon. He was used to near-perfect eyesight, but this could be a lot worse. That was probably land up ahead and he didn't see anything else in the air, which was a good first sign, but they would need to land away from people and preferably without being seen. It could give them enough of a head start to get somewhere safe and lay low.
He might not have been the spy that Natasha was, but he understood enough basics to keep his head down now and besides, he stood out a hell of a lot less at this size, didn't he? If Bucky could do it for two years, Steve would follow his lead now and make sure he didn't risk Bucky's safety. All he could hope is that Bucky wouldn't run again, because Steve had even fewer resources to find him again now.
"I can be careful when I want to be." Which is to say he rarely wants to be.
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He watched the horizon slowly come into focus through the general haze of the storm. He was likely quicker to watch it emerge, but he was already surveying a possible area where they could set down the helicopter and just get the heck out of the way of any pursuit. Being on the run meant skirting small villages where everyone knew a stranger easily. It was too dangerous to go running to a brand new big city too, so they would likely be moving quickly and dangerously for awhile.
He nodded his head, aware that Steve could but often didn't bother. All big and confident even in that little body.
As the land came more into view, he pointed to an area that looked like a break in the trees a little further inland. If it was a glade big enough, they should land there and strike out. No point keeping a bird like this in the air for longer than they had to. In a forest, there would be logging roads to make use of. The government likely wouldn't want to be yelling about escaped convicts from a floating prison by his estimations unless he and Steve began to cause havoc, neither of which they wanted.
"Perhaps now would be a good time to want to be, right? At least you're better equipped now with those little fingers to help me get this arm off," he said almost flippantly, maybe the first indication that he was uncomfortable with it.