@identitymend
it was odd, for steve - sitting on a plane, knowing that he wasn’t heading to his doom or about to jump out of it. sitting on a plane just to get to somewhere, like normal people did. like people who weren’t superheroes did.
his hand settled easily on bucky’s thigh, his gaze on the runway outside, people scurrying around as they got ready to take off. of course, they could have taken a more private plane, but this was all part of it - sitting in first class, reading magazines and all the rest of it as they waited to head off. this was what people on their honeymoon did, even if this was technically steve and bucky’s second honeymoon.
"hey - you okay?” he asked softly, squeezing bucky’s thigh gently. “you’re quiet.”
