Steve fits pretty well against Bucky, legs under him on the sofa, knees up and his body pressed under Bucky’s arm. It’s not entirely comfortable facing the back of the couch without support but his arms are around Bucky’s neck and his friend has him. That’s good enough for now.

“Becca’s a liar,” Steve says, face against one strong shoulder. “I tried fourteen times before they told me that if I kept making up fake names and going to different recruitment centers, I’ll have to go to jail.”

Steve is pretty sure that he can handle jail. He’d get a lot of art and reading done. But it’s not exactly sexy so tell future boyfriends that he has a rap sheet for trying and failing to get into the army. That’s actually more embarrassing than anything, but he knows Bucky might get a kick out of it.

“Turns our that being able to hear and see and jog in place for longer than a minute are all very important parts of being in the Army.”