[All that energy was contagious. Had to be with the way he felt like he was leaning against the hum of a street post when Bucky finally sat back down next to him once the whole bus was charmed. Steve barely cared about the consistently puzzled or patronizing slip in other people's expression as they took in the differences between him and Bucky once Buck made it clear they were traveling together, knew each other. He was long used to them and too caught up thinking about the plans they had in store.
Their stop was a the end of the line, north past the swell of Manhattan. The town was more a village and the bus stopped at the edge of even that. Steve was on Bucky's heels until he went and practically jumped off, he only clipped out a quick 'thanks' to the driver before he was hefting their bag over his shoulder and following suit. It's adjusted to sling across his chest while the bus trundles off.]
Not yet. [But he wanted to run straight off the road and into the woods probably as much as Bucky did. Steve's fingers were tight around the strap to the duffel but they had to wait until the tail lights were dimmer, at some distance, until the coast was clear and nobody would notice two young men making a beeline for the trees. They paced up the street in the same direction, dawdling towards the town proper without any real progress until it felt like presence of any other human soul was gone and they were being swallowed up by the woods.
Steve threw a look over, letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.]
Ready when you are. [As if Bucky wasn't practically crawling out of his skin.]
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Their stop was a the end of the line, north past the swell of Manhattan. The town was more a village and the bus stopped at the edge of even that. Steve was on Bucky's heels until he went and practically jumped off, he only clipped out a quick 'thanks' to the driver before he was hefting their bag over his shoulder and following suit. It's adjusted to sling across his chest while the bus trundles off.]
Not yet. [But he wanted to run straight off the road and into the woods probably as much as Bucky did. Steve's fingers were tight around the strap to the duffel but they had to wait until the tail lights were dimmer, at some distance, until the coast was clear and nobody would notice two young men making a beeline for the trees. They paced up the street in the same direction, dawdling towards the town proper without any real progress until it felt like presence of any other human soul was gone and they were being swallowed up by the woods.
Steve threw a look over, letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.]
Ready when you are. [As if Bucky wasn't practically crawling out of his skin.]