"You know, I've been thinking…I'm bisexual," Steve said in a plain, matter-of-fact way.
"Is that so?" Sam replied with a chuckle. "I thought you were a straight-laced, red-blooded all-American. Can American's sweetheart be anything but straight?" His tone was light and playful.
"Well, since I'm basically America, I think I can be anything I like," Steve added with a nod of his head.
Sam turned to look at his friend. The diluted light casting through the leaves left patterns on Steve's face. His eyes were closed and his face wore a defiant mask. I am America, and what I say goes type of look. His head was tilted back, in a way that looked like he could have been asleep. It was cute.
Sam stretched and reclined back against the trunk of the tree. "Well, you are the captain," he replied with an exaggerated huff. "I ain't arguing."
"What about you?" Steve opened his eyes and glanced over.
"What about me what?"
"You know…what are you into."
The music flowing through his earbuds dropped a dangerous load of bass. Sam thumbed the scroll wheel and lowered the volume. "Well, I think it more depends on the person I meet. If I like them, I like them. If I don't, whatever."
It was quiet for a moment, before Steve started up again.
"Maybe America wants a new sweetheart." Sam looked over as Steve looked away, obviously avoiding his gaze. His blonde lashes brushed down on his cheeks, only ripples of blue eyes slitting through.
Jesus christ Sam, you just gonna sit there?
Before he could really reason with himself, or stop the impulse, Sam leaned over and pecked Steve on the cheek. A quick, simple kiss. But it was more than just simple.
"So that's how it is?"
"Yeah, that's how it is."