steve rogers (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} shieldtoss) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} snapthread, |
Well, there was nothing wrong with a soda. And in a place like this where his face was more likely to be greeted with eye rolls than understanding, he wasn't one to rock the boat unless it meant protecting the country. Still, he'd admit it was probably out of the ordinary, but he couldn't be the only person on this rock who might be under the legal age, right? Still, when the coke arrived, he received it with a bright smile.
When he heard his name, though, he blinked. "Have we met?" he began as he turned -- greeted with a face he hadn't seen in quite some time. Though a little rougher and a bit more worn around the eyes. His brows furrowed, stunned for a moment, and he studied him for a bit before he added: "Buck?" It was said quietly before realizing that this, probably, wasn't his Bucky. This was, no doubt, the Bucky that belonged to the Older Steve that was running around that he had yet to meet. Er, Older Steve's universe, that is.
He cleared his throat, flashed the man a smile, and offered him a nod before slipping his hand out for a handshake. "Uh, sorry, it's just jarring meeting people like the people you know back home."