“Hi, I’m—Steve Rogers,” he said, reaching out a hand. Bucky considered ignoring it, and then remembered the Stark kid from earlier, who had spent the entire day giving him a six-foot berth before announcing his intention of transferring out of any of their shared classes, and reached out his own hand to pump Steve’s once, fast, before dropping it like a burning coal.
“Bucky,” he muttered, and turned away.
“You’re new, huh?” Steve said.
“Yeah, my parents had to move away from my old town because they threw me out for dangerous and erratic behavior,” Bucky told him, and when he glanced back over Steve was looking at him with what definitely constituted alarm.
“I like to light things on fire,” Bucky said, which was substantially truer than his previous statement, and bared his teeth.
“I… don’t?” Steve replied.
“Bummer,” Bucky said.
All right, folks. It’s the weekend. SETTLE IN. ENJOY.