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-- I got no money, but I want you so.

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[ His roommate's kind of weird, that's all Bucky really lets filter through his brain before he's letting his door swing closed behind him and heading out in to the hall. The college isn't what he was expecting, but that's okay, because he doesn't really tend to over-think things before doing them. Steve does, and he was the one with all the check lists and the plans, the one who beat down Bucky for months until they both were prepared and tipping over the edge into adulthood. A new city for them to explore and a fresh load of new faces, people who don't know them for the two impossibly intertwined orphans that they are. It feels good, Bucky feels good.

He tips a nod to a girl passing him, fairly certain she's checking him out whenever he turns the corner, but it's not like that's going to be much of his concern now. Steve's room is at the end of the hall, the door propped open with a box. He doesn't see his friend's roommate anywhere, so Bucky merely saunters in, knows which room is Steve's from the pictures on the wall. His sneakers get kicked under the desk, Bucky immediately taking up residence on the bed, back against the wall.

There's a can of soda on the nightstand and he doesn't even think about not liberating that for his own nefarious purposes, setting in to wait. ]

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[ That shuts him up for a moment. They've always been physically affectionate, but now that they're here, away from the prying eyes of people they owe to much to, they get to be more than that. It's half the reason he agreed to move away, because he wants Steve to himself, wants to push the boundaries of what they've had before and see where it gets them. Here they get all that, they get to be young and stupid and fucked up and it's going to be wonderful, it tightens Bucky's chest for a minute, a smile breaking free over his face. ]

Maybe I'll drink three, payback for threatening me that way.

You wouldn't dare.

[ He slides his hands flat against his legs for a moment before removing them altogether, shifting so he's resting his back against the wall, half-sitting and half-slumped, and rests the feet in his lap. ]

You got all the stuff sorted for classes? [ Because he knows what Bucky's like, feels the need to remind him and check things are okay. ] Tomorrow's the last day to make changes if you need to.

I'm a grown boy now, I can drink all the beer I please.

[ But Bucky's smile is still there, wriggling his feet to be a pain, and it's like usual and it's not. He's just going to have to stop being a dork about it. ]

Hey, no. I handed in all the paperwork earlier. They let me switch the classes I didn't like, so I'm doing military warfare this semester, and then somethin' about the cold war.

Don't expect me to hold back your hair and sit with you on the bathroom floor. [ But he would do something similar if he found him in that state, of course he would.

He grabs the wriggling feet, tries to hold them still, but not very hard, flicking back the sock elastic. ]

You mean you weren't kidding when you said you were gonna pick up those? [ He's not judging, but he wants him to have a good start in the adult life, something they both lacked in their childhood, and he's not sure studying the war is going to aid that. But if it makes him happy, he's happy too. ] Okay, good, I don't want a last minute heart attack.

Just prop me up somewhere, you know I'm always gonna be fine. [ Except for that one time when they were fourteen and the stolen whiskey, but he doesn't count that, just kicks Steve slightly in retaliation for the sock flicking. ]

Oh come on, they sound fun. Besides, we can't all be in touch with our feelings, one of us has got to learn about explosions and violence and I guess it'd be me.

Fine. Right. I'll bear that in mind if it ever happens again, and I'll remind you how fine you are. [ He aims for scolding, but it's too light, caring, but playful, and he's not Bucky's keeper, would never even dream of getting in his way, although he will prevent him doing as many stupid things as possible if he believes it's for his own good. ]

You think I'm in touch with my feelings? [ He shuffles up further in an attempt to get more comfortable, rests his chin on Bucky's now bent knees after manipulating them that way. ] The second world war did always sound interesting, I guess.

‘Course it does, the golden age of chivalry and romance and fighting for what’s right, what’s not to like about all that? Plus the other class sounds cool, all the spies and the subterfuge and shit, it’ll be great. You never know, might actually learn something after hell knows how many years.

[ He doesn’t move his knees, just slouches back a little, t-shirt riding up a little, and this is the first time it’s been just them alone in a while. The orphanage is busy, and their only other hiding places are all out in the public. It feels - nice -, is all he can think, right. ] You all sorted?

Never knew you were such a romantic at heart. [ His smile is cheeky, like he plans to use this fact at a later date. ] Could see you as a soldier, and the uniform'd look good on you.

[ His gaze lowers, catching sight of the exposed stretch of skin, and he wants to reach out and touch, but he's not sure he should get too comfortable too soon. ] Got all but one of the classes I wanted sorted, but I've signed up for a creative writing to fill in the gap.

[ Sticking his tongue out quickly. ] You just want to dress me up, don't think I ain't on to you, buddy.

[ Humming, Bucky stretches further, something in his back giving a pop before he resettles. ] Y'gonna write your own stories?

You'd look good in a uniform. [ But if he ever said he wanted to sign up with the military, Steve would find a way to talk him out of it.

He makes a face at the pop, grossed out. ] Thought about it. But it's good alongside the art, it'll keep my writing skills warm for when I start my comic.

Maybe I'll dress up as one for Halloween, huh? Do my civic duty and all. [ Grinning at him. ] You can't make stories while I look handsome.

[ Resting his hands on his stomach. ] We should go out tonight.

Halloween's not that far away. [ He flashes him a goofy grin of approval. ] You always look handsome, it's why nothing gets done.

[ He drums gently on his legs. ] You been inviting to parties already?

You're saying I'm too handsome for you to concentrate there, Rogers? 'Cause I can put a bag over my head if it helps you get stuff done right. [ A smile, a nod of his head. ] Yeah, but I was thinking we could just do somethin' together.

I'll even cut the eye holes in it for you. [ He sticks out his tongue, gives up and slumps to the side, fitting in the gap between Bucky and the wall, propping his head up with his hand. ] Yeah? Then I guess we're going out tonight.

Awesome.

[ He looks thoughtful for a long moment, as though deliberating between two things. Then he simply moves, shimmies further down the bed so that he's on his side, staring at Steve. Arm under his cheek, Bucky smiles. ] Hey.

[ Blue eyes search his face, lips nervously twitching in a wavering smile. ] Hey. You come here often?

Nah. [ Mouth twitching slightly. ] Might do from now on though, s'nice, the company's swell.

Must be doing something right then. [ He nudges him with a socked foot, their legs tangled up from how he slumped down. ] It's not so bad from this angle either.

[ Quiet, Bucky nudges him with his knuckles against his hip. ] I feel kinda weird. I mean, we're finally free.

Not sure it's really sunk in yet. [ The touch makes him start a little, ending up with him shuffling that much closer. ] You handling it okay?

Yeah. [ Teeth flashing as he smiles. ] Dude, it's not -- I'm kind of glad we're here, y'know? S'just us, well, us and the entire college but. Me and you, we finally have somethin' to go on, right?

[ He smiles, the special one reserves just for Bucky, because he feels the relief of them being away from the orphanage. ] It's not being watched by anyone who knows us.

[ Relief creeps over Bucky's face, calms him immediately. ] Just you and me, yeah?

Just you and me. [ Still smiling, Steve longs to lean in, to close that distance, but he doesn't want to ruin the moment by moving too fast just because they can. ] And studying.

Shut up. [ Ruffling his hair. ] Parties.

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