notworthallthis

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"You warming up in that jacket?" He wants the answer to be yes, wants that to be the reason he can't feel the violent shivers at his side as often, suddenly. Bucky curls his arms around him, minding the metal of his left, trying to make sure it touches the jacket instead of bare skin at the very least.

He scoffs softly, not sure what else to do, he figures... lean into it. If he has to go through this with him... then they'll make the best of it. For whatever measure of "best" can be twisted and wrung out of something like this anyway.

"What kinda car you want? Ideally. Money's no object, every bell and whistle you could ask for..." When they get out of here, maybe Bucky will actually buy it, perfectly to whatever specs he asks for right here, right now.