Steve is pretty lost. They wander down the street away from the chippy with plastic bags and more napkins than he’s ever seen. He isn’t sure where they are, other than Wales, or where they’re going. Periodically, he does reach out to grab Bucky’s elbow just to center himself. It’s not quite what he expects when Bucky ushers them all into his apartment. One he evidently shares with multiple people.
He supposes that makes sense though. Bucky wouldn’t have his own place. Not if he’s only been here for a small while.
He turns a questioning eye to his friend when a willowy looking man (woman?) rushes out from the back room. “Oh hey! I have to go!”
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Date: 2022-08-08 01:44 am (UTC)He supposes that makes sense though. Bucky wouldn’t have his own place. Not if he’s only been here for a small while.
He turns a questioning eye to his friend when a willowy looking man (woman?) rushes out from the back room. “Oh hey! I have to go!”