Can you not have the attention span of a goldfish?

[neverdanced]

Midterms were approaching, which was only slightly less stressful than finals. Although he was an art major, Steve still had a lot to get done. He had to finish his portfolios for three different classes, techniques to master and be able to explain the significance of, as well as being able to write in-depth analyses on the symbolism of various pieces. He still had a long way to go, but he would at least be finished with the portfolio part shortly. All he had to do was finish a few more drawings using different mediums.

Bucky, on the other hand, had a lot more to study and memorise if he wanted to do well. That hadn't escaped Steve at all. He glanced over at him a few times, then stretched his legs out, intentionally nudging Bucky with one.

"Hey, why don't you crack open a book or something? Your not studying is distracting me."

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[neverdanced]

It didn't matter that Steve had the serum, or that Bucky was his best friend. He wasn't going to go easy on him. That'd be an insult to them both, and that just wasn't how Steve rolled. He at least let Bucky make the first move. Consider it a head start, as much as was possible anyway.

For the most part, they were well matched; Bucky was better skilled at the technique, especially considering he was better classified as an expert on it than Steve was. What Steve lacked, he made up for in size and strength, which was still ironic, considering how it used to be.

When he overturned Bucky in an attempt to pin him to the couch on his back, it had nothing to do with Bucky's leg and the contact it made. It definitely didn't steer Steve's mind in a direction that left him feeling distracted. It definitely didn't allow for obvious openings, either.

Spoilers, it did.