Of all the photographs on the wall, there's only one featuring Steve and Bucky out of costume. It's a rare shot, fuzzy with age, but there's no doubting it's them, both decked out in their dress uniforms. Steve was built like a tank even back then, but Bucky was more slender than he is now and hadn't quite hit his growth spurt yet, placing the top of his head somewhere just past Steve's shoulder. The biggest difference, though, was in young Bucky's smile, a brilliant grin that stretched ear to ear as he tugged on Steve's arm, like he was trying to drag him off towards something more interesting than posing for another camera.
"I used to be a terror," he says, reaching up to pull the frame down from the wall. "Trying to get Steve to dance at these things. We got so little leave that I always wanted to make sure he enjoyed himself, you know? It was a miracle just getting him to show up."
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Date: 2012-11-24 04:56 am (UTC)"I used to be a terror," he says, reaching up to pull the frame down from the wall. "Trying to get Steve to dance at these things. We got so little leave that I always wanted to make sure he enjoyed himself, you know? It was a miracle just getting him to show up."