Steve bit his lip. "Hmm…I don't know either," He said, glancing at Bucky, "I just know that…I don't wanna mess this up for us. And…I don't wanna get hurt."
(not gonna be too active for the next few days. My cousins are coming to visit)
Bucky nodded slowly. "Yeah. I get that." he replied softly, looking at Steve. "I…" he shrugged faintly.
(okay, have fun :)
"Y'know– maybe just forget I brought it up," Steve said with a quiet laugh, waving a gently dismissive hand though the doubt was still with him, "Maybe I don't know what I'm talking about."
Bucky laughed a little bit. "Alright, we can forget it, then." He replied, smiling over at Steve.
Steve nodded, looking at Bucky with a shy smile as they walked toward the subway station. "Sure thing. Though, just checking, are you sure you–" He added jokingly, chuckling a bit.
Bucky laughed. "Yes, Steve, I'm sure." He replied, smiling as he looked over at Steve. "Don't worry."
"Okay," Steve said, nodding as he looked down, smiling like an idiot, "I can't help but worry, though. I've questioned what I feel since we were teenagers."
Bucky smiled a little at that. "Yeah. Well. Of you change your mind, let me know." He replied softly as he looked at Steve.
"Will do," Steve smiled, nodding a bit as he met Bucky's gaze, "Though– I don't see that happening anytime soon."
Bucky nodded a little bit. "Mm. Alright." He replied. "When's the train going to arrive?" He asked.
Steve checked his watch and then the printed schedule mounted on a wall. "Not long," He said with a nod, making sure they were at the right stop, "Few minutes, maybe."
Bucky glanced at the schedule for a moment, then nodded a little. "Alright." He replied, looking over at Steve with a little smile.
Steve smiled, letting his gaze travel back to the illuminated lights of the rides in the far distance. "So, Coney Island?" He prompted, "Anything like you expected– or remember? Though, it has changed a lot."
Bucky shrugged. "I don't know. It's all…similar to what memories I have, but still so different." he replied slowly, looking at Steve.
"Hm," Steve nodded, leaning on a wall and letting out a sigh as he looked around the amusement park. "Definitely different. Used to play music over there; for dancin'," He said, smiling as he pointed to a plain stretch of land next to an ice cream stand, "They had competitions and all sorts of stuff."
Bucky nodded a little bit. "I don't remember that." he replied quietly, wishing he did. It sounded like it would have been fun.
"That's okay," Steve said with a soft smile, glancing back to Bucky with fond memories of how happy he looked while he danced, "It was a good time. We didn't wanna stop dancin', though we were tired and basically passed out on the couch once we got back to my apartment."
Bucky smiled a little bit, trying to imagine that. "Ah." he simply replied, nodding his head and loking around the station.
Steve smiled, raising his eyebrows lightly as he spotted the lights of the train shining out the tunnel. "Our ride's here," He said as the train slowed to a stop, the doors sliding open with a chime and a muffled voice recording to mind the gap.
Bucky smiled a little. "Alright." He replied. He got in the train when Steve did, looking around for a moment before returning his gaze to Steve.
Steve took a seat, glancing around at the silent train, only a few other people riding at this hour. "Never used to be this quiet," He said with a faint smile, thinking back to the nights where people would more openly start conversations with strangers.
Bucky laughed a little. "Well, things have changed, I guess." he replied. "Wouldn't have expected them to stay the same."
"No, I wouldn't," Steve said, smiling as he nodded a little. "Still disappointed that cars aren't flying in the streets, but what can ya do?" He softly laughed, "Howard made it seem pretty damn close at the Stark Expo."
He laughed a little. "Well, I'd guess there's…other things on the world's minds." He replied with a shrug.
Steve let out a soft sigh, nodding as he remembered the hefty confusion he felt during the first few weeks of waking up. "Hmm. Like more wars and like, a hundred cultural resets?" He chuckled, "Man, you leave the world alone for one second and–"
He laughed again. "Yeah, I suppose that's true." He replied, shrugging his shoulders. "Although…some of that is my fault."
"HYDRA's fault," Steve corrected, glancing around the train before looking at Bucky with a wary smile, "HYDRA did a lot of stuff to influence how things panned out, yeah."
Bucky shrugged. "I was HYDRA's weapon for years. I'd say there isn't all that much of a difference." he replied softly, shaking his head.
Steve bit his lip, averting his eyes as he leaned back in his seat. This again. "I don't wanna get into this again but…" He shrugged, "There is a difference. You didn't want to do the things you did."
He shook his head just a little bit. "It's…I don't know, Steve." he replied, looking over at the blonde for a moment, then away again.
