Imagine Steve and Bucky get a two week leave during the war and they go home to see their mamas.
He could sense Bucky side-eyeing him, could feel mild irritation emanating from his friend. “What?”
“Stop bouncing your leg. You can’t be nervous?”
“What?” Steve glanced down, and his leg immediately stopped bouncing. “Sorry.” He’d been unaware of the tick that was driving his friend crazy as they sat, thighs touching in the small plane that was taking them home.
Granted, they wouldn’t be home for long. Two weeks tended to fly by, and just as soon, the two of them would be crammed into the same small seats headed back to Germany. As if reading his mind, Bucky sighed. “This would have been more comfortable if you were still little.”
Steve chuckled. “Yeah, I really loved getting elbowed in the head all the time. I’d love to go back to that.”
Silence fell, until ten minutes passed, and suddenly Bucky’s hand was clamping down on his knee, forcing his foot flat on the floor. “Sorry.” Bucky’s hand didn’t move until they landed, and they both grinned.
“Looking forward to the home cooked meals the most.”
“And a warm bed.”