Steve tried to hide a shy smile that found its way onto his expression when Bucky touched him. Before, showing affection was just part of how Bucky was. Now, he was a little more…quiet. "Sure," Steve said with a nod, "And I have you by my side, anyway. Last time, I was fine. More or less."
Bucky nodded a little bit, smiling softly at him. "Yeah, alright." he replied, looking over at Steve.
Steve smiled back, though his attention was soon redirected to the line moving in front of them as the coaster came around, letting the old riders off and a new round on.
Bucky smiled a little as they took their places on the roller coaster, rather close to the front but not all the way forward.
Steve climbed in after Bucky, looking up at the ascending track with a mix of excitement and dread as the rest of the riders took their seats in a flurry of nervous laughter and chatter.
Bucky sat down and pulled the buckle down over them, making sure it was secure, and looked over at Steve. "You ready?" He questioned.
"Haha– yeah," Steve said through a nervous laugh. He nodded, feeling a strange sense of déja vu as he looked over at Bucky and the car began to move.
(sorry I wasn't on much today :) i just finished a painting and we went out to celebrate)
(it's fine. Oh nice!!)
Bucky smiled a little, and looked ahead as the cart began to move up the first hill, and waited.
Steve's eyes widened as the car slowly crept up on the first incline, glancing at the view they had before they reached the highest point, letting out a noise of surprise when they raced down the steep hill.
Bucky let out a laugh as they plummeted downwards, his hands resting on the bar that kept them from falling out.
Steve's hands gripped tightly on the safety bar, almost promising to leave a dent once he let go. He was watching, wide-eyed as they followed the sharp decline and severe turn, uttering out a mix of terror and adrenaline-fueled laughter.
Bucky smirked a little bit at Steve's terror. This wasn't so bad, not to him, but he knew his friend didn't feel the same way.
Steve didn't remember why he'd suggested this, but Bucky seemed to enjoy it and that made it a little more okay. The rollercoaster was just as jarring and seemingly unstable as he'd remembered, and the speed and sharpness of the turns felt just as terrifying.
(not gonna be super active tonight)
Bucky was smiling as they went through the curves and speeds and drops, not watching Steve.
Steve's own outcry joined the chorus-like laughs and yells of the other riders as the ride went on. He stole a glance at Bucky as they crept up another incline and at the sight of his windblown hair and happy expression, he smiled, forgetting the panic of the shaky ride for a split-second.
Bucky grinned as he heard Steve's shout, glancing over at his friend. "You doing okay?" He shouted to be heard, raising his eyebrows.
Steve laughed; smiling through it all. "Yeah," He shouted in reply, which was mostly true, "This is great– aside from the fact that this thing is almost as old as us."
Bucky laughed a little. "And?" he repleid. "So what if it is?" he looked forward, squinting against the wind as they started to come back to the end.
Steve laughed, letting out a sigh of relief and easing his grip on the metal bar, "It's old," He said, "Damn rickety too, if ya haven't noticed. Too rickety."
(ok so apparantly– 'a little while' has turned into a long while :( I'll try to get on tho)
(wait, why? What's going on?)
Bucky laughed a little. "Yeah, but it's holding together. So I don't see a problem." He arched an eyebrow at Steve.
(its fine– i didn't mean for it to sound so dramatic lol, just have to do a shit ton of gardening)
Steve smiled, shaking his head as the ride slowed to a stop. "Yeah– but it doesn't look or feel like it's gonna hold," He chuckled, "That's the problem."
(oohhh okay. I was really worried lmao)
Bucky laughed, shaking his head as the bars holding them down disengaged. "It does not." he replied.
"It does," Steve insisted, raising his eyebrows and nodding, "Did you see how it shook when we were lookin' up at it from the line?" He smiled, shifting and eager to get off of the dreaded track, "It's unstable."
Bucky got out, shaking his head again and laughing. "It seems perfectly fine to me. Nothin' wrong with bein' a little rickety."
"Mhm, famous last words," Steve said through a laugh, stepping out of the idle car and onto the platform with Bucky, "But it's more than a 'little rickety'. It's dangerous, I think"
Bucky shook his head. "Nope. If it was dangerous, then they wouldn't let people on it. Really, Steve." He replied. "Really."
Steve sighed, smiling. He had a point– but the structure itself was still terrifying. "Accidents happen," Steve shrugged, "It might only be a matter of time."
Bucky shrugged as well. "Maybe so." he replied, looking over at Steve. "I doubt they'd let it happen, though."
"Hmph, probably not," Steve said, smiling and walking back onto the boardwalk, "I wouldn't have a problem if it was a little sturdier lookin' but, oh well."