[Steve isn't as quick as he planned on being - for one, that last smile Bucky gave him left him staring off into space several times, fingers itching to grab for some paper and graphite and commit it down asap. He's got self control, though, and managed to stop himself from taking that time. If he did that, next thing he'd know it'd be two in the morning. Also after putting everything away he's worked up quite a sweat himself so he takes a very quick ten minute shower and pulls on some clean clothes.
A slightly too tight tee-shirt (it was the only thing clean that wasn't formal) and jeans, mostly. Light jacket since it's later in the day. Sneakers. The usual.
Even if he takes more time than usual trying to get his hair to behave.
It's not a date, it's just a walk and a thank you dinner. He did that with Natasha all the time.
Natasha's smile didn't twist him up inside like this, though.]
Don't screw this up, Rogers.
[With that order to his reflection, he locks up and jogs upstairs to 4C, hemming and hawing over whether he should knock loudly or softly or if Bucky would even care or judge the loudness of his knock before he just bites his lip, counts to five and knocks.]
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A slightly too tight tee-shirt (it was the only thing clean that wasn't formal) and jeans, mostly. Light jacket since it's later in the day. Sneakers. The usual.
Even if he takes more time than usual trying to get his hair to behave.
It's not a date, it's just a walk and a thank you dinner. He did that with Natasha all the time.
Natasha's smile didn't twist him up inside like this, though.]
Don't screw this up, Rogers.
[With that order to his reflection, he locks up and jogs upstairs to 4C, hemming and hawing over whether he should knock loudly or softly or if Bucky would even care or judge the loudness of his knock before he just bites his lip, counts to five and knocks.]