Son of a Witch

Billy's cheeks flushed, and the comment drew a small smirk of childish amusement. "Lucky me."

He nodded, and if anyone could make him feel sure that promise would be fulfilled it was Bucky, as much as it felt impossible in the moment.

He managed to find a neglected flashlight, batteries corroding, but it was able to hold a small charge still, which was better than nothing.

Once the last sound echoed up from the tumbling jeep, Billy clapped a supportive hand over Bucky's bicep. "I'll get the next one," he promised with a cheeky smile, as though they were sure to find themselves in this position again.