Abby/Bucky/Steve
Bucky's eyes widened when she got his meaning. That hadn't even been why he'd done it, at the time. He'd known Steve wouldn't do it unless Bucky paid for it, and he had to pay for himself and make it about Steve going to help him, to get him to go. Shit. He looked at Steve and tried to backpedal. Maybe Steve won't get it. "Uhh yeah, A lot of girls flirted with Steve there." He had no memories of the art class itself and once he said that, he new it felt wrong and not what happened. Fuck.
"Woah, they eat everything? We'll have to keep our clothes and art stuff away from them." They don't have enough to let other animals get what they had. Bucky struggled to change the subject. "Maybe we could build them a pen or something."