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TESSISAMESS

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[unclesam]

[ Same soft, bashful quirk of Sam's lips, but he keeps his eyes on Bucky. Lets himself be inspected head to toe like this, let's himself be seen. Feels more naked than he did when the two of them and Peggy stripped each other and couldn't stop touching. Perhaps it's because Sam feels comfortable in his own skin. Existing in his skin and the suit is different, because he knows what that means on so many levels, both in the good and the bad. And being under the scrutiny of someone to whom this means a lot on so many different levels... ]

There's also...

[ Bucky knows Sam's old wings. The grey carbonfiber prototype ones that Sam needed to have his arms in to maneuver, that Bucky snapped off with terrifying ease. He also knows the slightly upgraded Stark Tech model that Sam had when, from Bucky's perspective, they saw each other last. The thick, heavy wingpacks with thrusters on both.

It's an insane difference to the new vibranium wings now unfurling from the slim silver case on his back. Bigger than his old wings, yet somehow looking more delicate all the same, and curving slightly to automatically accommodate the given space in the room. ]

[restored]

You kept the wings.

[The words are warm, despite the slight tease to them. Sam's skill with the Falcon wings are second to none. So it makes sense that he keeps them now. That a part of his past follows him in to his future. That he takes "Captain America" and turns him in to his own. Claims the role to use as he sees fit. And with a set of wings like that, well...

The claim is definitely going to stick.]

Tomorrow. You're gonna have to show me what you can do.

[With the wings. The shield. The suit. If he's going to watch Sam's six here, he needs to know what he's got to work with. They need to figure out a way to fit together until the day Bucky's finally able to catch back up.]

[unclesam]

[ He'll tell him, one day. About Walker. About the Falcon wings being ripped out. About how he couldn't even fathom keeping and fixing them after that, not when it felt like a violation he's not sure he can put into words. About how if not for Bucky, Sam's not sure he'd have gotten a new set of wings at all. It's not a conversation for right now, though.

For now, Sam smiles up at Bucky, faced framed beautifully by the white cowl, warm eyes semi-hidden behind the red tint of the goggles. ]

I'd love to. You can come pick me up after work, and I'll give you a show.

[ For now, he pulls the goggles back off his face, gives Bucky a searching look for a moment, then gestures at the space around him. He can feel tiredness tugging on him, and has to stifle a yawn, but he's not about to ask Bucky to leave to either spend the night outside or brave a room mate who's a stranger to him. ]

Stay. Ain't nobody else here but us anyway. You can be creepy and watch me sleep, and just... hang around, y'know.

[ Perhaps get some rest, even if Sam suspects sleep might not be in the cards. ]