“Now? Try always,” Steve says with his usual defiance. He’s never let Bucky be better than him, though of course Bucky is and always has been in many of the ways that count. “It’s fine. I knew it going in. One of the stipulations of taking this class. You can pose however you want. Like... see Sandy up there?” He makes a gesture with a pencil and then nabs one of the fries. The cluster of drawn figures are all of the same girl, chunky but with a pretty face. She’s seated with her back to the room so that all of her private areas are faced away from any of the artists. Not every figure is like that. One of the guys early on just spread out on his back and slept the entire time. Some just sat on chairs and crossed their legs and arms.

Steve hasn’t decided on what to do with himself. He’s not sure it matters.

“Imperfect people are the best to draw. Lack of symmetry makes it fun. But... I don’t know. I’m just not feeling it.” That said, he won’t back down. This is a fight. And like every fight, Steve is going to win.

He’s just never been naked with the lights on before.

Not for a few years.

“I’m gonna pop some pain killers and listen to some podcasts. It’s fine. No, really. Promise. Have some pizza.”