Steve was one of those guys that had a Facebook page, but wasn't attached to it. Though when he did actually log onto a computer, he'd certainly return the friend request. Honestly, if he was ever bored, Bucky might be able to help Steve keep track of all these online accounts, because sometimes they felt overwhelming. Even after a year or two out of the ice, it was still hard to process being able to reach essentially anyone, from anywhere, at any time.
"Okay," Steve said knowingly, making sure the car was parked and locked up. He was glad he wasn't in uniform - okay, sure, the uniform was good for publicity, but it was also pretty obvious. He wanted people looking at Bucky - for the right reasons - and not at Steve, if Bucky was going to pull what he thought he was going to pull. He jogged the few steps up to the door, and pulled open the door. "Have at, boss."
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Date: 2014-06-11 05:52 pm (UTC)"Okay," Steve said knowingly, making sure the car was parked and locked up. He was glad he wasn't in uniform - okay, sure, the uniform was good for publicity, but it was also pretty obvious. He wanted people looking at Bucky - for the right reasons - and not at Steve, if Bucky was going to pull what he thought he was going to pull. He jogged the few steps up to the door, and pulled open the door. "Have at, boss."