// omg same they’re the greatest
Bucky just laughed, ruffling Steve’s hair. He’d been out drinking, for once not flirting with girls— he had eyes only for his Stevie. His best friend, his other half— God, he wanted to kiss him, but he had no idea how Steve would react and it was killing him. “Ain’t,” he retorted, that grin still on his face. “Even if I was, ‘s true. Prettiest blue eyes I ever saw,” he insisted, running a hand through Steve’s hair, then his own, to get it out of his eyes.