"You're my friend," he answered, because Bucky had to force himself not to think of Billy as something more. Billy didn't want that from him; their flirting was just in good fun. "And we can move faster like this." He didn't mean it as an insult. Terrain and weather were both obstacles he could overcome. And he did indeed start moving faster.

"Got fond memories of listenin' to the radio," he play-grumbled. God this was nice; he wished they could be curled on a couch together instead, Billy in his arms spinning stories. "Don't think I've heard that one."