[His fingers tighten briefly in the straps, the leather creaking slightly in the moment before he realizes what he's doing. But despite his reaction, there isn't any hostility in his expression as he looks up. If Steve was finally ready to give up the shield, there really isn't anybody better he could think of to take it.
Which is why he lets it drop, grabbing ahold of the metal edge instead. Why, with a half smile, he holds it back out towards Sam. To the man it belongs to. Who earned that right.]
So we're partners, huh?
[Quite why he wouldn't have retired alongside Steve, he doesn't know. But if Sam's wielding the shield now, he's not entirely against the idea of staying in the fight just a little bit longer.]
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Which is why he lets it drop, grabbing ahold of the metal edge instead. Why, with a half smile, he holds it back out towards Sam. To the man it belongs to. Who earned that right.]
So we're partners, huh?
[Quite why he wouldn't have retired alongside Steve, he doesn't know. But if Sam's wielding the shield now, he's not entirely against the idea of staying in the fight just a little bit longer.]
Tell me you don't wear spandex.