Bucky's head follows the direction Steve's pointing, and "Yeah, I'm pretty sure it is." Except - "I... can..." He can pilot the shuttle. He knows he can. He doesn't know how the fuck he knows this, or how he knows he knows it, but -
Steve effectively interrupts that little mental game of tail-chasing, fortunately, by offering up more information. Bucky's lips twitch involuntarily - an art studio? That's - that's great, actually - and it's not the best place to wait out whatever hangover is coming, but it might be better than a shuttle to... wherever Bucky'd be taking them.
So, "Yeah. Okay, come on, pal. Let's do that." He hefts Steve up a little higher, and starts them moving down the hall again. It's so familiar, and yet so not, and Bucky is buzzing with the need to know what is happening and how his best friend can still be alive, but it's gonna have to wait.
He just hopes Steve will actually tell him when they get to the right place, if it's not overly obvious.
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Date: 2019-01-31 04:47 pm (UTC)Steve effectively interrupts that little mental game of tail-chasing, fortunately, by offering up more information. Bucky's lips twitch involuntarily - an art studio? That's - that's great, actually - and it's not the best place to wait out whatever hangover is coming, but it might be better than a shuttle to... wherever Bucky'd be taking them.
So, "Yeah. Okay, come on, pal. Let's do that." He hefts Steve up a little higher, and starts them moving down the hall again. It's so familiar, and yet so not, and Bucky is buzzing with the need to know what is happening and how his best friend can still be alive, but it's gonna have to wait.
He just hopes Steve will actually tell him when they get to the right place, if it's not overly obvious.