[ Sam'd blame Bucky's influence, but truth is he'd have picked this spot anyway. Even without Bucky in his head, he knows that kind of hypervigilance, and he's chosen too many eating spots for himself and other vets.
His smile grows a little when he catches Bucky running his fingers through his hair, and he leans over to bump his knuckles affectionately against Bucky's good shoulder in greeting when he sits next to him. ]
(White wine, but I'm not sure I can pronounce the name the guy said it was. Definitely not made from grapes like the kind back home, but it ain't bad.) [ He pushes the glass towards Bucky. ] (Wanna try?)
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His smile grows a little when he catches Bucky running his fingers through his hair, and he leans over to bump his knuckles affectionately against Bucky's good shoulder in greeting when he sits next to him. ]
( White wine, but I'm not sure I can pronounce the name the guy said it was. Definitely not made from grapes like the kind back home, but it ain't bad. ) [ He pushes the glass towards Bucky. ] ( Wanna try? )