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Pose for me. I need a model for my final.

Not that I wont help ya out though pal... I've been to some of those classes Steve'o, what kinda pose'n are we talking.

It's not going to be like that, Bucky. Most of the time you wouldn't need to really pose, just not move too much for awhile. True life type stuff.

But I kinda want you to pose in your uniform. If you don't mind.

I don't mind helpin' you out Steve, but what you need me in my uniform for. [ He laughs but he's moving his bed room to change. A few minutes later he comes back out in his uniform. ]

What you planing on drawing? Your teachers at that art school want soldier boys in the gallery or something?

[While Bucky changes into his uniform, he gets out his supplies, pencils and charcoal. Steve's flipping through his sketchbook when he returns, turning to a blank page.]

Actually, they do. They're looking for artists for recruitment posters. Figured I might as well give it a try until I get accepted.

We'll at lest you'd be doing more then collecting scrap metal... doing some good. Steve if you want to enlist fine, but if you get yourself killed i swear to god I will kick your sorry butt. You got me. Also try not to get arrested, not gonna be able to afford to bail you out.

Yeah, well, you'd better not get killed either. 'M not losing you too. We're both going to come home when the war's over.

[He pauses, then gives Bucky a confused look.] Why would I get arrested?

I wont get killed. Don't worry about me Steve-o I'll be fine. We will both come back Steve, promise.
[ Bucky pauses arching an eyebrow at steve. ]

Lie'n to a recruiter in a federal offense Steve. That's heading up the river stuff.

Only if I get caught. They want soldiers too much to care if the information on the card's right. [At least that's what he keeps telling himself.]

I'll come visit in the clink Steve. [ Smmmmiiiiiirk ] If you get arrested and not enlisted. I know you want to serve Steve, but there are other ways other then scrap metal and being in the infantry. They need map makers and poster makers and clerks, have you thought about that? It would be a way in.

If they won't let me in as a soldier, they won't let me in as a clerk. I'll work on the posters for now, but I know I'm supposed to be a soldier. Known it since I was a kid. Too much like my dad, I guess.

Nothin' wrong with being like your Pops, Steve, you'll figure out a way to enlist, you're like a dog with a bone don't give up on anything.

Yeah, yeah. I know it sounds crazy. But you're supposed to be a soldier, right? You wanna hurt these guys hard, you'll help me get in there.

Just hold still. [Steve's voice has a slightly annoyed tone. He liked Bucky's position before and he doesn't want him to move before he finishes the scetch. Unfinished scetches make him anxious] I'm almost done.

[ Bucky rolls his eyes affectionately at Steve and settles back down.] Fine Fine fine. Look 'm holdin' still for you. This better? Don't see why you want to draw me anyway.

[Steve chuckled, turning back to his drawing. He missed this, things that reminded him of the time before the serum. Drawing always made him feel a bit more at peace] You've got an expressional face, Bucky. That's why I like drawing you. Though it would be easier if you would hold still more often. [Drawing Bucky was also something he had done a lot before, when everything was normal]

Honestly Steve... I like watching you draw. But you know me kid, man of action, never been able to sit still. Figure you'd be used to it by now. [ He gives Steve an easy smile, and tries to peak at the drawing before it's done.]

Hey! [Steve tilts the scetchpad upwards, away from curious eyes] You're not supposed to judge an unfinished artwork. [Steve chuckles. He is almost done, just a few more lines and he's satisfied with it. He signs it before handing it over for Bucky to have a look]

[ Bucky takes the drawing and looks it over smiling. ] Steve my friend if I had half your talent. Why don't you draw more?