couldntreach | Open RP Post

Bucky gave the man a hard look at his comment. He was always ready to jump in if someone struck a nerve with Steve, but he knew better than to try and fight his friend's battles for him. At least, not until necessary. It only made things worse. Steve could handle himself. Bucky just watched his back. And occasionally his front when needed.

Instead he ignored the operator and gave Steve a grin and a squeeze on the shoulder. He was making Steve ride this ride, the least he could do was let him pick the seats. So while Bucky was all geared up to ride in the front row, he let Steve go first so he could choose.

He did think they would both enjoy it, but it wouldn't be the first time he was wrong about that. Steve wasn't wrong that not all of Bucky's ideas were great.

"No turning back now. We're in this together."

The thing about Steve is that once he'd committed to something, he didn't do thing in halves. He could've said that he chose the front row because he knew it was where Bucky would've wanted to be, but the doubtful looks of the ride operator and the people behind them also had something to do with it.

Steve wasn't showy, but he did feel like he had something to prove. Not only to them, but to himself. He sat back in the steel seat, glancing around as the cars behind them filled up.

He glanced over at Bucky. "This isn't payback for ditching you and the Wilson twins last week, is it?"

Bucky grinned, settling into the seat beside him and looking at the ride ahead of them with only a brief glance over at Steve. He was glad Steve decided to come along. The Cyclone sounded like great fun, but there was no point in trying these things alone.

Not if he could have his best friend beside him.

"Now why would I do a thing like that?"

Completely innocent. Don't be ridiculous Steve. This is all about the thrill of the ride. And getting the looks off the faces of those assholes watching his friend like he's some kind of punk kid.

"You might want to hang on to something."

Okay, now that was payback.

Edited 2013-11-26 20:46 (UTC)

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.

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.

While Bucky was chatting the girls up, Steve wiped at his mouth shakily with the sleeve of his jacket and tried to make sure that there wasn't anything else coming up. He gripped the fence, the pounding adrenaline of the ride fading and being replaced with the pounding ache of a killer headache. His stomach rolling. When he thought it was safe to move again, he made his way to the steps and out onto the dirt path where Bucky was waving the girls off.

Bucky threw his arm around Steve and Steve closed his eyes briefly, his fingers closing around the offered gum automatically.

He snapped his eyes open, groaning as he ducked out from underneath Bucky's arm.

"Not a chance."

He shoves the gum into his mouth and starts walking towards the front gate.

Edited 2013-12-11 08:52 (UTC)

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