Bucky grins a little, much more willing to focus on the idea of Steve with fewer clothes than the memories of nearly drowning. Not that the rest of that day had been as bad - it had actually been a pretty good one, despite everything - but he still don't thinks they need any repeats. Not of that.
"Why? It's not like you'd know how to make a strip show romantic," Bucky teases, though his attention slides back to the matter at hand soon enough. "Only if we can get back before it gets too dark. And only if we can make it back there without being the food."
Not that he has any proof that there's anything bigger than they are in these woods, but he tries to plan for the worst, just in case. "Honestly, I'm not sure I'm looking forward to finding out what's edible and what's not."
Between the two of them, they're pretty hard to poison. But they might still be miserable if they eat something they shouldn't.
Bucky spends some time glancing around, before he finally points. "I think I came from that way."
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"Why? It's not like you'd know how to make a strip show romantic," Bucky teases, though his attention slides back to the matter at hand soon enough. "Only if we can get back before it gets too dark. And only if we can make it back there without being the food."
Not that he has any proof that there's anything bigger than they are in these woods, but he tries to plan for the worst, just in case. "Honestly, I'm not sure I'm looking forward to finding out what's edible and what's not."
Between the two of them, they're pretty hard to poison. But they might still be miserable if they eat something they shouldn't.
Bucky spends some time glancing around, before he finally points. "I think I came from that way."