Not just the sidekick

My arm is stuck again.

Cold Siberian winters do things to your head Steve. Just get the oil. Maybe massage oil. I’ve never gotten stuck in this position before. 

— and what position is that? 

What do you think, ya meat head? 

My arm is stuck again.

You’re out of your mind, Buck. 

Cold Siberian winters do things to your head Steve. Just get the oil. Maybe massage oil. I've never gotten stuck in this position before. 

My arm is stuck again.

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Steve punched Bucky in the shoulder before pausing for a moment in fear that he was going to throw up. When he was okay he fell back against Bucky, “I don’t need to be carried—” He said with a grin, biting on his bottom lip. “Let’s just go home—” He slurred, “It’s close.” 

The punch didn't even hurt a little--though James was thankful Steve did not puke all over him. That'd just be disgusting. He chuckled at his friend's stubbornness, "Okay okay, whatever you want." The walk was quick, didn't take long till they were back to their humble apartment. Bucky helped sit Steve on the couch, plopping down next to him afterwards, smiling. "See? Wasn't such a bad idea after all."