"You should ask Louise Morton." Bucky advised, leaning against Steve's locker with practiced ease. He grinned at a pretty red-headed girl who had invited him to eat lunch with her the other day, and she turned pink before scuttling away with her friends.
"You shouldn't flirt with her like that if you're not going to take her to the dance." Steve scolded absently.
"Never mind her, we're talking about you and Louise."
"Buck, I'm the class nobody." Steve's serious pale eyes appeared around the edge of the locker door. "She's not gonna want to go with me."
"Sure she is. Nobody else is askin' her, why wouldn't she want to go with an upright guy like you?"
"Because she's taller than me? Because she'll never hear the end of it if she has to settle for Shrimp-puff Rogers?"
"Hey, who's still calling you that? I thought I put a stop to the Shrimp-puff crap."
"Doesn't matter." Steve stuffed his notebook and a worn out library book under his arm. "I'm not gonna ask Louise, because she's gonna say no."
"Gotta seize the dame, Steve."
"You're a creep, Buck."
"Seriously, though, who's hasselin' you?"
"Let it go, Bucky. And quit worrying about me. I can handle things for myself."
"Sure, sure." Bucky soothed. He pushed off of the locker and followed Steve down the hall, hands in his pockets. If Steve wouldn't tell him, he'd just have to ask around and find out on his own. He'd cracked some heads before and charmed his way out of detention. He could probably do it again.