Oops, Sorry girls. Bucky was out and on his feet after Steve the moment he bolted, strolling up beside him just in time to hear the girls shriek.

Before they could say another word he was tugging out his handkerchief with a bright flash of a smile.

"Sorry, ladies, I guess the twelfth time around was just a bit much for the both of us. Here, let me help you with that."

He jumped the fence, chatting the two girls up and of course only Bucky would manage to charm a pair of dames after having their shoes puked on. He managed to not only get them more or less cleaned off, but convince the girls that it was much too warm for shoes, and really, it was summer, they should all be barefoot. But hear, let him just find a couple pairs of flip flops, and so what if it happened to be his last quarter. He would find a way to get by.

He threw his arm around Steve when he sent them off, pulling a piece of bazooka bubble gum out of his pocket, and shoving it into his best friend's hand without a sideways glance.

"What a ride. Want to go again?"

Sorry about your best friend, Steve.