[Despite the fact that they've both seen each other naked already, Bucky still turns to give Sam some semblance of privacy as he gets ready. It gives him a chance to go back to snooping around the room. To look at the meagre supplies that Sam's amassed during his time here. One line on their throat...
But then he picks up on the sound of the shield being lifted again, and Bucky turns to face Sam once more.
And freezes solidly, for a good few seconds.
Eventually, forcing himself to move again, Bucky takes a closer look. Lets his gaze travel from Sam's face, down to his feet, and back up again. When he steps closer, his eyes flick briefly to Sam's own, his expression a mix between awe and melancholy. The suit is a reminder of the space between them. But that doesn't detract from the fact that Sam's earned the title he's inherited.]
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But then he picks up on the sound of the shield being lifted again, and Bucky turns to face Sam once more.
And freezes solidly, for a good few seconds.
Eventually, forcing himself to move again, Bucky takes a closer look. Lets his gaze travel from Sam's face, down to his feet, and back up again. When he steps closer, his eyes flick briefly to Sam's own, his expression a mix between awe and melancholy. The suit is a reminder of the space between them. But that doesn't detract from the fact that Sam's earned the title he's inherited.]
Suits you.
[The costume, sure. But the name, even more so.]