“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Bucky blinked as Steve smiled at him over his shoulder. He hadn’t even been aware he was staring and he blushed.
“If you’re giong to stare, don’t do it when I’m standing in front of a window. You get the goofiest smile in the reflection.
Bucky blushed deeper and Steve crossed over to him, leaning against his chest. "It’s okay, I don’t mind it.”
“We should get a picture,” said Bucky. “Never know what might happen. And you keep trying to volunteer for this war.”
“Lets wait until we’re both in uniform. The ladies would love it.”
Bucky’s smile was brittle, but luckily Steve couldn’t see. They kept telling each other this was only temporary, it didn’t mean anything. Deep down though, he knew the truth.