[Instinctively, he wants to rise—ask if he said something wrong—but Steve’s hand reassures him, and he settles back down the inch that his head had raised in concern.]
Guess that’s out, then. [Idly, as he watches Steve with an intense curiosity that’s likely familiar.]
City Lights?
[Nothing like a little Chaplin to grease Bucky’s smile.]
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Guess that’s out, then. [Idly, as he watches Steve with an intense curiosity that’s likely familiar.]
City Lights?
[Nothing like a little Chaplin to grease Bucky’s smile.]