[Somewhere better, Bucky thought with a mental snort. The only place better than a good spot in the war was not being there at all. It wasn't their fight after all, and he was content to leave it at that because wolves didn't fight like humans. They formed a pack, worked together, had pups, probably exchanged tales with other packs like themselves and that was that. Territorial disputes might be a thing, but he had no idea. Of course, he also knew that if someone crossed Steve now... well, it was going to get messy real fast because no one messed with his pack mate. It was no longer a matter of letting Steve struggle through anymore; being two wolves actually changed things in his mind.
However, in returning, he was intensely pleased to see Steve back in the flesh rather than the fur, aware that it was the bigger struggle. He smiled brightly, offering the clothing and supervising Steve's progress into the material. He was, of course, ready to head right back out to collect something else if this choice wasn't appropriate and he found his eyebrows hitching when Steve barely managed to get into those trousers. He walked around, tugged at the belt loop with a finger and noting how little space was left.]
Yeah punk, it will do but just. You aren't going to be striking any new fashion trends with these, but it will get you home. [He caught the wallet as he came back around, looking Steve over, a faint hunger in his gaze as his eyes crawled over his packmate.] When we get home, I'll have to grab your measurements and see if Lloyd can tailor you up something that will actually fit you. You're sure something else.
[And again, he was hit with the pangs of regret that they had waited so long, that Steve had suffered so much. He drew in a breath from his nose and turned to head back into town in order to catch the first bus of the morning.] What do you say to snoozing away part of the day in wolf form on your bed, huh?
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However, in returning, he was intensely pleased to see Steve back in the flesh rather than the fur, aware that it was the bigger struggle. He smiled brightly, offering the clothing and supervising Steve's progress into the material. He was, of course, ready to head right back out to collect something else if this choice wasn't appropriate and he found his eyebrows hitching when Steve barely managed to get into those trousers. He walked around, tugged at the belt loop with a finger and noting how little space was left.]
Yeah punk, it will do but just. You aren't going to be striking any new fashion trends with these, but it will get you home. [He caught the wallet as he came back around, looking Steve over, a faint hunger in his gaze as his eyes crawled over his packmate.] When we get home, I'll have to grab your measurements and see if Lloyd can tailor you up something that will actually fit you. You're sure something else.
[And again, he was hit with the pangs of regret that they had waited so long, that Steve had suffered so much. He drew in a breath from his nose and turned to head back into town in order to catch the first bus of the morning.] What do you say to snoozing away part of the day in wolf form on your bed, huh?