Out Behind Movie Sign Theater 3000, Sunday afternoon

[heroic_jawline]

Steve, after a night spent righteously on a park bench because he didn't need charity from a guy who might've kidnapped him, decided to go to the pictures. It went about as well as he was used to: first the guy in front of him was talking--loudly, but through the previews--about how good that Kevin Spacey as a cat movie looked. Steve judged the

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[fallsoldier]

Bucky had just been intending to take a stroll through town. He liked doing that more here than he had back home in Brooklyn - or at least for different reasons.

He'd been just considering seeing a movie when he heard the scuffle. It was a reflex cultivated over many, many years of Steve getting into trouble that he actually went ahead to investigate.

Then he stopped.

"-- the hell."

He hadn't actually expected to see Steve, you know.

[heroic_jawline]

"Hey, Buck!" Steve called out cheerily, ducking under a punch and kicking the guy in the kneecap.

[fallsoldier]

That was just all too familiar. So much so that Bucky had just a second or so where he was almost sure he'd somehow taken a wrong turn right into Brooklyn.

... Well, Brooklyn some years ago, but still.

"Dammit, Stevie."

[heroic_jawline]

"He started it!" Steve called out.

Because they always did...

[fallsoldier]

Yeah, Bucky was just going to have to step into the alley now gearing up for his usual interfering maneuver.

"Pretty sure I've heard that before, pal."

[heroic_jawline]

"Doesn't make it less true," Steve said, before getting socked solidly on the jaw.