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[Bucky's answer is to pull Steve up bodily, thankful for the strength in his remaining arm to let him haul that sort of weight, and kiss him fiercely. He tastes of salt, of come, but Bucky doesn't care.]

Yeah, Steve. [It's a breathless and amused murmur against his lips.] You were great.

[He starts trying to push Steve back towards the bed, more than ready to start worshipping his body and make it so Steve is a literal mindless mess, when Steve's phone starts ringing loudly.

Natasha wants to know where he is already.]