[Okay, this is just really, really weird. Bucky doesn't flinch when Steve bumps his shoulder, but there's a fraction of a second where he just doesn't anticipate it, doesn't know how to react, and starts to look at Steve like he's lost his fucking mind.
(They'd never been friends. Steve had been useful to him because he could boss him around without getting questioned, and Bucky had been useful to Steve as protection, and then things had gotten switched around and now they're useful to each other because they're both committed to their jobs, so this? This is just weird. He doesn't know how to react to casual affection like this.)
But he recovers quickly, mouth stretching into a grin that hopefully doesn't look too out of place, and falls into step with him. He'd been planning on just going back to his room or something.]
Sure, pal. [Breakfast for lunch? Who does that? Apparently he does, on this Barge. Whatever.] How're you doing?
Spam; Oct. 3
(They'd never been friends. Steve had been useful to him because he could boss him around without getting questioned, and Bucky had been useful to Steve as protection, and then things had gotten switched around and now they're useful to each other because they're both committed to their jobs, so this? This is just weird. He doesn't know how to react to casual affection like this.)
But he recovers quickly, mouth stretching into a grin that hopefully doesn't look too out of place, and falls into step with him. He'd been planning on just going back to his room or something.]
Sure, pal. [Breakfast for lunch? Who does that? Apparently he does, on this Barge. Whatever.] How're you doing?