The third night is a full moon, and it finds them lying on their backs on sun-warmed sand, stargazing, and with laced fingers and a rather surprising amount of clothes still on.

If Bucky hadn’t known better he might’ve missed the way Steve’s whole body seems to be thrumming with tension. Not palpably so, almost imperceptibly, but still there. But subtlety isn’t really Steve’s thing, and Bucky knows better, and all the tiny clues from the past few weeks have lead them to this moment.