Steve grinned and shook his head, but it was good advice and as the ride jerked to life he reached out to grab hold of the steel bar in front of them.
The box they were in began climbing, rising up and up in front of them and already Steve got the distinct impression that this had been a bad idea.
He looked over at Bucky who was grinning like the maniac he was. Up ahead the rail dropped and Steve tried to prepare himself for the fall, his hands tightening around the bar until his knuckles turned white.
He leaned towards Bucky to tell him something, but a moment later they were dropping and his breath, stomach and any coherent thought were left behind as they shot downwards and forward.
People were screaming, cheering and throwing up their arms as they moved through the curves, the world alternately rising and falling beneath them. Steve felt light headed, maybe even a little giddy as they went from one exhilarating turn into the other. Somewhere along the way, one of his hands had moved from the bar to Bucky's forearm. Whether or not to steady himself or ensure Bucky didn't fall out was unclear.
As the ride came to a slow and then a stop, Steve's breath finally caught back up with him. He let out a small laugh, smiling back at his best friend. "That wasn't so bad."
And then his stomach caught up with him. Steve scrambled out of the seat and to the fence, not quite making it before getting sick. Right on the passing shoes of two girls exiting the ride.
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The box they were in began climbing, rising up and up in front of them and already Steve got the distinct impression that this had been a bad idea.
He looked over at Bucky who was grinning like the maniac he was. Up ahead the rail dropped and Steve tried to prepare himself for the fall, his hands tightening around the bar until his knuckles turned white.
He leaned towards Bucky to tell him something, but a moment later they were dropping and his breath, stomach and any coherent thought were left behind as they shot downwards and forward.
People were screaming, cheering and throwing up their arms as they moved through the curves, the world alternately rising and falling beneath them. Steve felt light headed, maybe even a little giddy as they went from one exhilarating turn into the other. Somewhere along the way, one of his hands had moved from the bar to Bucky's forearm. Whether or not to steady himself or ensure Bucky didn't fall out was unclear.
As the ride came to a slow and then a stop, Steve's breath finally caught back up with him. He let out a small laugh, smiling back at his best friend. "That wasn't so bad."
And then his stomach caught up with him. Steve scrambled out of the seat and to the fence, not quite making it before getting sick. Right on the passing shoes of two girls exiting the ride.