[Bucky nudges back instinctively and watches his friend hover to his other side with a mild smile on his face. Steve is like a damn kid still sometimes, and he fucking loves it.]
What? Didja win the lottery? Are we movin’ to an apartment on top of the Eiffel Tower?
[Ha, wouldn’t that be great. Those aren’t wishes of Bucky’s at all. Because obviously they’re unrealistic and stupid.]
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What? Didja win the lottery? Are we movin’ to an apartment on top of the Eiffel Tower?
[Ha, wouldn’t that be great. Those aren’t wishes of Bucky’s at all. Because obviously they’re unrealistic and stupid.]