[ The ice permeates, but in Steve's mind it transforms into a memories of mid-autumn, when the chill of coming winter first began to set in the apartment. He always liked the crisp air, just before the real cold forced everyone to bundle up in heavy layers and boiler heat dried out the air in the tenement.
Steve focuses on those memories, times when he was alone (keeps his mind clear of the clean-cut version of his friend), for no other specific reason than that they're what's come to mind first. When he catches Bucky running a bit slower than normal he extends his gait, starting to pull ahead at a slightly more taxing pace.
Cocks an eyebrow. ]
That's all you got, gramps? [ Bucky doesn't have to hold back for his sake, jogging or otherwise. ]
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Steve focuses on those memories, times when he was alone (keeps his mind clear of the clean-cut version of his friend), for no other specific reason than that they're what's come to mind first. When he catches Bucky running a bit slower than normal he extends his gait, starting to pull ahead at a slightly more taxing pace.
Cocks an eyebrow. ]
That's all you got, gramps? [ Bucky doesn't have to hold back for his sake, jogging or otherwise. ]