[Bucky mimics Steve, rolling to his feet and glancing around them. It's hot and dry, and knowing how events usually go, this wouldn't even be the worst part of it.]
No.
[He rolls his eyes, at himself. His voice is gruff, annoyed, and it has nothing to do with the man standing nearby.]
Yeah, I'm fine.
[Shrugging, he makes a mental note of what he's wearing. Hardly nothing. As he'd grown more comfortable, and bold, with Steve, he'd started wearing less and less to bed. Partly because it meant less to take off if things went that way again and he trusted Steve to see him that vulnerable. Now, though, boxers and a sleeveless shirt weren't going to protect him from anything wherever they had ended up.
His expression softens, and he reaches out to brush his fingers down Steve's arm to his hand.]
cw for a grumpy bucky lmao
No.
[He rolls his eyes, at himself. His voice is gruff, annoyed, and it has nothing to do with the man standing nearby.]
Yeah, I'm fine.
[Shrugging, he makes a mental note of what he's wearing. Hardly nothing. As he'd grown more comfortable, and bold, with Steve, he'd started wearing less and less to bed. Partly because it meant less to take off if things went that way again and he trusted Steve to see him that vulnerable. Now, though, boxers and a sleeveless shirt weren't going to protect him from anything wherever they had ended up.
His expression softens, and he reaches out to brush his fingers down Steve's arm to his hand.]
Are you?