"Right." Thankfully, by now, Steve knew what that meant - and knew that Bucky had sort of meant for it to happen. What he was sure Bucky hadn't meant to happen was the panic attack Steve could see brewing a mile away; he stayed close, the rest of the trip, and when Bucky had paid for the dog supplies, he put a hand gently at the small of Bucky's back. He didn't know if the other would want to be touched, but he hoped it would at least be reassuring. "Come on. Let's get to the car. You're fine. I won't let anything happen to you. Remember that." He glanced down at the puppy. "Rose is on your side, too."
And with that, he did his best to usher Bucky and Rose out to the car, opening the door for Bucky and trying to get him to sit inside, where he could hopefully relax, while Steve piled the supplies in the trunk.
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Date: 2014-06-18 05:29 am (UTC)And with that, he did his best to usher Bucky and Rose out to the car, opening the door for Bucky and trying to get him to sit inside, where he could hopefully relax, while Steve piled the supplies in the trunk.