[His vision isn’t great to begin with and at night it was mostly terrible but the full moon was a boon to making it a little easier to get by. For the rest he relied on whatever invisible tether was forged between him and Bucky. He could listen for the rustle of Bucky’s steps when he wanted to be heard and while they were together in the woods he could practically sense where his best friend was. On other nights they play: hiding and seeking, rolling around in the grass and leaves. Bucky would hunt and bring back whatever game he’d chase out and they’d split it or Bucky would go find his own rabbit depending on how hungry he was. They’d run and run, he’d ride on Bucky’s back and finally when they were tired he’d curl up against Bucky’s fur and warmth and sleep.
He realized the month before was the last time for that right about when Bucky stopped. And for a second he almost wished to ask for one last run while he was still human, but a glance up at the rising moon gleaming through the trees reminded him of what Bucky had said about needing all the time they could get. Steve huffed in quiet amusement when Bucky finally realized his buttons weren’t done right. Then groaned as a whole ton of big over-affectionate wolf was on him, licking right over his face.
Steve tried to push him off, but Bucky was already darting away.] Ugh, all right. Don’t take too long.
[Bucky was gone like a shadow again and Steve picked through the area he’d decided on, stuffing his friend’s clothes in the bag for safe keeping. He settled in the most open patch of grass, figuring it’d be better if there weren’t a lot of things around. Ending up shirtless when it was warmer wasn’t too unusual for him, but usually he ran around in his undershirt and the same brown pants he was wearing now that were designated for getting dirty. He was slow unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off, tucking it away the same as Bucky’s clothes. When he pulled the thin threadbare cotton off next, he glanced down catching too-prominent ribs and the concave dip in the middle of his chest.
The grass was cool and ticklish under his feet once he took his shoes off. He knew Bucky didn’t give a damn about seeing him naked but he chose to keep his shorts on at least until they were ready to start. Their bag was tucked against a fallen tree a few yards away. Steve went back to the middle of the patch while he waited. Still for a handful of seconds before he started the stretch routing they did before his boxing lessons.]
Find anybody?[Steve called over once Bucky peeled himself out from the deep of the woods. There were bears sometimes. Foxes and a normal pack of wolves that didn’t care for either of them in the least.]
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He realized the month before was the last time for that right about when Bucky stopped. And for a second he almost wished to ask for one last run while he was still human, but a glance up at the rising moon gleaming through the trees reminded him of what Bucky had said about needing all the time they could get. Steve huffed in quiet amusement when Bucky finally realized his buttons weren’t done right. Then groaned as a whole ton of big over-affectionate wolf was on him, licking right over his face.
Steve tried to push him off, but Bucky was already darting away.] Ugh, all right. Don’t take too long.
[Bucky was gone like a shadow again and Steve picked through the area he’d decided on, stuffing his friend’s clothes in the bag for safe keeping. He settled in the most open patch of grass, figuring it’d be better if there weren’t a lot of things around. Ending up shirtless when it was warmer wasn’t too unusual for him, but usually he ran around in his undershirt and the same brown pants he was wearing now that were designated for getting dirty. He was slow unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off, tucking it away the same as Bucky’s clothes. When he pulled the thin threadbare cotton off next, he glanced down catching too-prominent ribs and the concave dip in the middle of his chest.
The grass was cool and ticklish under his feet once he took his shoes off. He knew Bucky didn’t give a damn about seeing him naked but he chose to keep his shorts on at least until they were ready to start. Their bag was tucked against a fallen tree a few yards away. Steve went back to the middle of the patch while he waited. Still for a handful of seconds before he started the stretch routing they did before his boxing lessons.]
Find anybody?[Steve called over once Bucky peeled himself out from the deep of the woods. There were bears sometimes. Foxes and a normal pack of wolves that didn’t care for either of them in the least.]