[ Honestly, Sam feels out of place in something like this, too, even after a couple of years of knowing Tony Stark. It echoes across their mental link, but there's a hint of determination, too - far as Sam's concerned, there's no one that can tell him that either of them don't belong here.
He's just grabbed a seat at the bar, towards the back - emergency exit close by, and back to the wall - and he's watching the door with his fingers curled around something that passes for a glass of white wine on this planet. Sam leans over with a wave when he spots Bucky peeking in the door. ]
(Look at you, Bucky with the good hair.)
[ He's teasing, of course, but there's a note of appreciation under it. It's good to see Bucky taking a little bit of pride in himself, just enough to clean up a bit. ]
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He's just grabbed a seat at the bar, towards the back - emergency exit close by, and back to the wall - and he's watching the door with his fingers curled around something that passes for a glass of white wine on this planet. Sam leans over with a wave when he spots Bucky peeking in the door. ]
( Look at you, Bucky with the good hair. )
[ He's teasing, of course, but there's a note of appreciation under it. It's good to see Bucky taking a little bit of pride in himself, just enough to clean up a bit. ]