At one point, Bucky worried over the idea of Steph getting drunk, and just exactly the way it would have wrecked an already sickly body. But actually, she's kind of an adorable drunk, as it turns out. "Hey, you good?"

"The old shames can stay where they belong," he shakes his head again. He doesn't feel like he should answer that question. Because– "Uhhh-" he huffs a soft laugh. "I plead the fifth!" Hopefully, he doesn't need to spell out his answer any further than that.

He shifts to face her, tucking one leg under the other, his arm sliding across the back of the couch. His eyes dart up to hers, he bites his lip before taking a drink. "Never have I ever... wanted to kiss my best friend..." his voice is soft, barely above a whisper.