Steve remembered playing carnival games before. In the past, he hadn't liked it all that much. Then again, he had been smaller and his date was never really the person he wanted to be with, so he hadn't put forth much effort. This time around was very different.
He leaned into Bucky, enjoying their mingling body heat, enjoying the feeling of his lips so close to his ear. And if that wasn't incentive for Steve to win, he didn't know what was. He nodded, briefly resting the side of his head against Bucky's. "If that's what you want, then it's yours."
Steve's aim had gotten better since the forties, and not purely because of the serum. He was fairly confident that he could get the gumballs through the hoops just fine. And he would.. on his first shot, at least. With the second, the goal seemed to stretch just a little further out of the way, likely to make the game more challenging. Fortunately, Steve was not opposed to challenges. If anything, it made the stakes just a tiny bit higher.
And yet, even though he knew he could make it, he leaned close to Bucky, his index finger tapping his cheek. "Did you see that? The net moved.. I think I need a kiss for good luck if I'm going to make it."