Steve got drinks from the fridge and brought them over as well before sitting beside Bucky on the bed and reaching for a piece of pizza for himself as well. “The pizza in today’s world is really good. There’s so many choices, too. I couldn’t believe it the first time I saw a menu for a pizza joint.”
Bucky arched a brow at that knowledge. “Choices? Like what?” he asked, tilting his head as he took another bite, one hand reaching for his drink. “Don’t tell me they’ve gone an’ put fruit on it, I may die a little.” he teased, pure Brooklyn coming out in his accent as he laughed, but he really wouldn’t be surprised. He had stayed away from most overly crowded places, anxiety too high to function well in them. The most crowded area he’d ever been in while in Bucharest had been the farmer’s market.
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