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forest + lightning for @canistakahari
“So,” Steve says. “This is fun.”
Bucky glares at him from the passenger seat, trying to dry his hair with Steve’s spare t-shirt. Steve doesn’t know how it managed to get so wet in their brief, mad dash back to the car, but that’s Bucky’s hair to you: a glorious mystery.
“Yeah,” Bucky says slowly. He looks gorgeous in the dimmed daylight, even if he’s vaguely murderous and dampening the seat with his wet shorts. “How fun to go on a picnic when your boyfriend forgets to check the weather. It’s only the worst storm of this summer.”
He shivers a little as he rewraps the makeshift towel, and Steve grabs his own fleece from the back seat, offering it like an olive branch. Bucky sniffs but accepts it, burrowing into the oversized jacket like a chinchilla. He seems mellower after that, so Steve leans over and wraps his arm around him, and they watch the torrential downpour cascade down the windshield.
“This is kinda romantic,” Steve says, nosing Bucky’s wet bangs. “Summer lovin’ and all that.”
“I guess,” Bucky admits grudgingly as he leans into Steve’s side. “But if we get hit by lightning, I’m gonna kill you.”
“Noted,” Steve says, kissing Bucky’s temple. He thinks about his failed big plan to get down on one knee at the picnic area next to the creek, and wonders if Bucky would hate getting proposed to while wearing wet shorts. But then Bucky sighs almost contentedly and tips his head against Steve’s shoulder, and Steve stops thinking and opens his mouth.