Pizza and Steve made it to the car a few moments before Bucky’s deemed it safe and so the blond waits awkwardly in too small clothes, feeling like he’s about to scratch off his skin. He doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like any of it, but he’s got absolutely no choice but to follow Bucky into the back seat.

The door is shut. The car starts moving. Steve hasn’t started to breathe, not yet, because he’s terrified if the way that Bucky is already making the enclosed space fill with everything that makes Steve want him.

It’s maddening.

Bucky has no idea.

“Pizza?” He mumbles as they head into traffic, shoving the box towards his friend.