[Steve felt his tongue loll out as Bucky scratched over his cheeks, his eyes shutting as he gave himself over to that deep satisfaction that made Bucky practically liquid in his hands when their positions had been reserved. Bucky could call him whatever he wanted -- long as he kept that up, smelling so much like home and strength and pack. There was, of course, disappointment when it stopped so they could take care of getting him some real clothing.
It didn't escape his attention that Bucky skipped focusing on his enlisting. That pulled in the air between them like a thread with an unwanted knot louder than either of their footsteps through the underbrush. They'd take him in a heartbeat from what he looked like now. He could be a good soldier, unquestionably. He would have been so even before, but the matter of his health would have made it so much harder.]
Might be able to get somewhere better, even. But it wouldn't make sense to move if we're just going to leave. [ He agreed with Bucky on the shifting if they ended up around a little longer but he had to say his piece. They could probably get away with him slipping by with one of Bucky's hats pulled low on his head and his eyes down but a anything longer than a few days would require a song and dance more trouble than it was worth. Their flat was a good deal but Steve could find the same sort of work that Bucky did now and Bucky was having far more days with as much than not since the War started in earnest.
Steve sat back on his haunches once Bucky asked him to wait. He kept to the treeline, keeping company with a dense evergreen and their pack with his ears pricked in alert on the chance someone might be around to spot Bucky. Two pairs of trousers, a shirt and a skirt drifted idly in the growing light of the oncoming dawn. The street was quiet, still dozing and the coast seemed clear enough that Steve flipped his attention back to shifting again. Learning how to come back to being human was going to be a sticking point, it wasn't nearly as smooth as his flow into a wolf. But he managed to get back to skin by the time Bucky returned with the second pair of hanging pants, sporting wild, ruffled hair and a grateful glance.]
They've gotta be big enough. [Steve replied, pushing himself up from the ground and wiping the dirt off his butt before he grabbed the pants. Compared to what he usually wore they seemed huge, something he'd immediately hand over to Bucky to try on instead. Yet he worked into each leg and found them snug, not loose. Hitting just right at his ankles to remind him that he wouldn't have to make all those deep hems by hand anymore. His old undershirt which had always billowed at best was similarly stretched tight over his chest and arms. That'd at least give Bucky his own shirt to wear for the ride. ]
What do you think? This'll do? [He tossed Bucky his wallet from his old pants. They had two spare dollars after what they needed for bus fare.]
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It didn't escape his attention that Bucky skipped focusing on his enlisting. That pulled in the air between them like a thread with an unwanted knot louder than either of their footsteps through the underbrush. They'd take him in a heartbeat from what he looked like now. He could be a good soldier, unquestionably. He would have been so even before, but the matter of his health would have made it so much harder.]
Might be able to get somewhere better, even. But it wouldn't make sense to move if we're just going to leave. [ He agreed with Bucky on the shifting if they ended up around a little longer but he had to say his piece. They could probably get away with him slipping by with one of Bucky's hats pulled low on his head and his eyes down but a anything longer than a few days would require a song and dance more trouble than it was worth. Their flat was a good deal but Steve could find the same sort of work that Bucky did now and Bucky was having far more days with as much than not since the War started in earnest.
Steve sat back on his haunches once Bucky asked him to wait. He kept to the treeline, keeping company with a dense evergreen and their pack with his ears pricked in alert on the chance someone might be around to spot Bucky. Two pairs of trousers, a shirt and a skirt drifted idly in the growing light of the oncoming dawn. The street was quiet, still dozing and the coast seemed clear enough that Steve flipped his attention back to shifting again. Learning how to come back to being human was going to be a sticking point, it wasn't nearly as smooth as his flow into a wolf. But he managed to get back to skin by the time Bucky returned with the second pair of hanging pants, sporting wild, ruffled hair and a grateful glance.]
They've gotta be big enough. [Steve replied, pushing himself up from the ground and wiping the dirt off his butt before he grabbed the pants. Compared to what he usually wore they seemed huge, something he'd immediately hand over to Bucky to try on instead. Yet he worked into each leg and found them snug, not loose. Hitting just right at his ankles to remind him that he wouldn't have to make all those deep hems by hand anymore. His old undershirt which had always billowed at best was similarly stretched tight over his chest and arms. That'd at least give Bucky his own shirt to wear for the ride. ]
What do you think? This'll do? [He tossed Bucky his wallet from his old pants. They had two spare dollars after what they needed for bus fare.]