“Don’t do anything stupid until I get back,” Bucky smirks when he notices Steve’s eyes fixed on him. “Your hands are trembling and not even supersoldiers can grow amputated toes back.” “You’re absolutely right, Buck,” Steve answers, sticking the ax in a log. “I can’t be trusted on my own.” Bucky keeps walking, and smiles as he hears Steve’s steps following him towards the barn. He loves it when everything goes according to plan.
Or the one where they’re laying low in the country while they find the right moment for Steve to quietly come-back that’s why Bucky’s using a very realistic prosthetic while they’re outside and not because I don’t have the time to manip the metal arm in.
Or, alternatively, the one where I managed not to do any sporting wood jokes. Oh, oops.
For @stuckybingo SB045 I2 “Don’t do Anything Stupid until I get back”