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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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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.

College isn't all parties. [ He knows he's wasting his breath. ] The occasional one, sure, but you've gotta work too.

[ Fake yawning. ]

Uh huh. Sure. Work.

[ Laughing, he nudges him harder than he means to, and laughs even more because of it. ] Stupid.

Dumbass.

[ Kicking him slightly. ]

[ Whimpering, he makes a puppy face. ]

Injuring me's not gonna get your stuff put away.

[ Sigh. ] Do we really gotta do it?

Unless you want to live outta boxes all year?

[ Flopping on to his back on the two narrow bed. ] Fine.

[ Grinning, Steve nudges him playfully, once, twice, and then with enough force off-balance him over the edge. ]

[ Which means he goes in a tumble of limbs, a small hey--! as he falls. Bucky waits, sprawled on the floor long enough to catch his breath, then he's on his knees and pulling at Steve's ankle. ]

Jerk.

[ An unmanly squeal leaves him as he's dragged close to the edge and ends up rolling off, head awkwardly flopping onto Bucky's lap. ]

Punk.

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