[Okay, the implications of that statement. Not that they're wrong though. Or that Steph would think of that sort of thing. Bucky sticks his own tongue out at her.]
[Any joking is gone as he did, indeed hurt himself.] Ouch! Geez, kid, you've got a grip like a vice. [He tries to massage his tongue before he realizes how awkward and stupid it must look and stops. He also realizes that Steph's spit was on his fingers not so long ago, and now, it's like it's in his mouth. For some reason, this doesn't bother him as much as it should.]
[Slight judging look because...yeah, it looks a little weird to see a man massage his own tongue] Glad to know my grip is pretty strong. [She crosses her arms and...well...] So. Coney Island?
[Don't think Bucky didn't notice that look, Steph. He perks up a bit, however, at the mention of Coney Island.] Yeah, Coney Island! When did you wanna go?
[Well he was massaging his tongue in public so... She stuffs her hands in her pockets] Wanna go now? Could use a pick me up and laughing at you can only do so much.
'm sorry. [Muttered in return. He may support her to her face, but inside, it's a relief each time she gets rejected. In his eyes, her getting accepted would be a death sentence for her. He knows how much this means to her and can't find it in his heart to denounce her again. But that doesn't mean he wants her to go.]
Maybe.
For chrissakes, Steph, you're my best friend!
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