the wish||stucky

4.9

Had a lot of free time today to act like a dumbass, so here's another chapter. The finale is next, holy shit. Can't believe it's almost over
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|the real world|

Steve's POV

"Hey Steve?" Tom asks for the millionth time, tapping me gently on the shoulder. Are all actors this curious and relentless? Or have I just been cursed?

I finish putting my sunglasses on before I glance over at him, tightening my grip on the steeling wheel, "Yes, Tom?" I grit my teeth together, sighing in annoyance. He's a nice guy, I'm not saying otherwise, he just keeps asking questions I don't feel like answering at the moment. This was me when I was his age, following Bucky around like the lost puppy I was.

He shifts in his seat, showing me something on his phone when we stop at a red light. It's a photoshopped picture of Bucky and I—woah, oh my god, I didn't need to see that. "Is this accurate?" He asks, straight faced, looking from the phone to my face, then shaking his head in confusion when I grab the phone and toss it into the floor at his feet. "Hey! I just got that phone!" 

My cheeks feel hot, I exhale a breath, loosening my grip on the wheel,"Don't show me things like that! What's wrong with you? I'm driving!"

"I was just asking!"

"Can I see?" Thor asks, chiming in from the backseat. He just stopped complaining about not having enough leg room thirty minutes ago, started staring out the window and mumbling incoherently to himself when I told him to shut up. I hit his head, he grumbles, "What was that for?"

"Being an idiot. You can't see the picture," The light turns green.

Tom wipes his phone off on his pants, then unlocks the device, showing the picture to Thor, who giggles. Oh my god. Thor grabs the phone, grinning like a mad man as Tom laughs with him, "Hold on, I got more," Tom tells him, swiping on his phone. He has them saved?? What the fuck? They continue this for about five miles, until Tom eventually runs out of photos. Thank God.

I flip the radio on, letting Sebastian's favorite station fill the car. I smile, remembering all those times he'd jam out, drumming his hands along the wheel, singing into his phone when we stopped at a red light, ordering me to join even if I didn't know the song. I miss that. I miss him. "Steve?"

"Yeah, Seb—Thor?" I shake my head, snapping out of my daydream, looking back at Thor through the mirror. He frowns. He misses him too.

He yawns, throwing his head back on the headrest and then using his sweater sleeve to rub at his eyes,"Can we go get something to eat? I'm starving,"

"Me too. I'll pay!" Tom blurts out before I get the chance to speak. Fine. Whatever. Isn't like we're in a hurry or anything. Let's get food, eat some french fries while we watch the world burn, sounds lovely.

I take the next exit, spotting a sign that lists some fast food restaurants. "We have to be quick about it," I tell them sternly, turning the volume down on the radio as a sad song starts playing. My life is already sad enough. We pull into the parking lot, Thor's excitement building as I switch the car off. This man only gets excited about a handful of things: Television, Fighting, Jane, Discovering Loki isn't actually dead, and Food. He's like an overexcited dog. Dodger basically, Thor is Dodger.