Steve wasn't even sure how he'd gotten Bucky out of the classroom, but it didn't matter. They were there, only this time instead of Bucky moving to help him, his friend pushed him square in the chest.
"You wanna fight, punk?"
Steve's chest seemed to cave in on itself, not at the shove, but at the name. His own lips formed the word, repeating it silently. Steve had learned that with his new body, it would have been easy to stand his ground, but he let himself move back, needing the moment that the space gave him. He was also suddenly aware that Vincent was stuck on the other side of the classroom door.
"I'm not gonna fight you, Buck," he said, his voice sounding just as small as it used to, despite the way his body had changed.