Date: 2014-06-17 10:11 pm (UTC)
punched_hitler: [tfa]; this time with bucky! (squinting in the snow)
Steve felt a little bad, seeing - and feeling - Bucky tense up even more as he stepped close. He tried to give him some space, but he also wanted to stay close, to be as reassuring as he could.

He nodded, grabbing the biggest bag the place had and setting it in the cart before Bucky started off to find the last supplies they'd need. He was doing just fine, steering the cart one-handed, but Steve moved to put one hand on the side of the cart, nonetheless, just to stay close. The woman had definitely snapped a few pictures of their retreating backs, he was sure. "It probably won't take long for those to go up," he murmured, as they finally found the right aisle and he let Bucky get to work, finding what he wanted for the puppy. "But I'm betting you were kind of counting on that. You want your mom to see them, right?"
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