[Hot dog and a cold beer. Bucky can definitely handle that. He's reluctant to disentangle entirely with the crowd jostling around them, so he tries to curl his fingers into the fabric of Steve's shirt. Shaking his head, Bucky forms the words in the link rather than speaking, not wanting them to get lost in the mix of the crowd as they move.]
(Not my thing.) [He avoided it to keep the Soldier down, but the Soldier came out anyway. Bucky's link dims and quiets for a moment, not wanting to share that part with Steve, but his walls are incomplete and transparent.]
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( Not my thing. ) [He avoided it to keep the Soldier down, but the Soldier came out anyway. Bucky's link dims and quiets for a moment, not wanting to share that part with Steve, but his walls are incomplete and transparent.]