[ Steve held on to the closest wall that he could, gripping it tight and quietly nervous at a stray current would sweep him away -- but he's more occupied with what Bucky wanted to show him, peering into the dimness at the bottom, admiring the way the colors shimmered on Bucky's beautiful tail, the elegance of his movements.
He was captivated, hopelessly drawn to his fins, the way he twisted and turned -- and Steve has never been more proud of the fact that Bucky was his. ]
Be careful! [ He called out, before he inspected the barnacles on the side of the ship, the fish that were swimming past. ]
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He was captivated, hopelessly drawn to his fins, the way he twisted and turned -- and Steve has never been more proud of the fact that Bucky was his. ]
Be careful! [ He called out, before he inspected the barnacles on the side of the ship, the fish that were swimming past. ]