Far Rockaways, Brooklyn
"See ya soon, angel face!" He hollered to the departing red head as he waved over his head. The girl looked to be giggling as she got on the train, on the tracks above them. She stopped just before boarding and blew him a kiss. James sent her a wink in return and turned with a boyish grin as the train left the station.
"Angel face?" Came the snort next to him.
He turned his head to his shoulder and raised a challenging eyebrow. "What's so funny about that? Everyone says it!"
"Oh nothing. Nothing at all Bucky," Steve chortled as the two teen boys walked along the empty train platform. "I mean, she ate it up somehow."
"Oh I see," James said slyly. "You're jealous of my charms again," He teased, turning with a carefree grin to Steve. "Or just Dot."
Steve snorted again. "I thought it was Dorothy? Mixing them up already?"
"No! Dot just sounds better, and she thinks it's swell," James shrugged, feeling no need to defend the red head's nickname. Besides he never mixed a girl up! That was ridiculous. He glanced over at Steve as his friend laughed again. Oh well James was glad he was enjoying himself!
But in the gusts of the cold fall wind the laugh turned into a coughing fit and James looked over his friend and tried to hide his worry. It was normal, nothing to worry about anyways. He just didn’t want Steve to spoil the day by getting all sensitive was all.
"Come on, let's get to the depot, punk" He said and dropped his arm around Steve. It was a protective gesture, to hold him steady when his friend inevitably went off balance from the coughs wracking his sickly frame. Both boys could pretend it was just a friend messing with a friend, though.