( it doesn't feel good, but it does feel familiar. steve could always (usually) tell when bucky was lying to him, even if he didn't always call him out on it. and this time is no different. steve presses his lips together as bucky turns away, and he hasn't decided if this is going to be a call-him-on-it moment or not when he opens his mouth again and says, ) Bucky—
( the microwave lets out a long, shrill tone. steve deflates. )
...Sure, I could use a drink.
( he waits another moment or two for the last few kernels to pop, then pulls open the microwave and picks out the bag. as he gingerly tears the paper apart, it releases a cloud of steam, and the thick, savory smell of butter fills the air. steve stares down at the bag and gives it a shake. )
no subject
( the microwave lets out a long, shrill tone. steve deflates. )
...Sure, I could use a drink.
( he waits another moment or two for the last few kernels to pop, then pulls open the microwave and picks out the bag. as he gingerly tears the paper apart, it releases a cloud of steam, and the thick, savory smell of butter fills the air. steve stares down at the bag and gives it a shake. )