Bucky finds himself leaning into the alpha's attention, wanting to be scented. It's only when Steven apologizes that he stiffens a little, but he doesn't pull out of the grip. "Don't worry about it," he says awkwardly, shrugging a bit.

He actually smiles, not sure what else to do with his face. Bucky's starting to be confident that they'll be able to do this, somehow. Steve isn't a bad alpha, as strange of a thought that is.

He doesn't like being controlled, doesn't like people assuming they can dominate him just from his designation, but so far he's been treated as an equal. It's a good sign.

He looks up, because as weird as it is, he wants to see the moment the light touches him.