[Bucky bites his lip, but this time to try and hide a grin. Yeah, maybe he does have a type. First Steve, now Sam. People who are passionate and stand up for themselves and others, who help him even when he can't give that much help back.
With his hand now free, though he's not sure that's what he wanted, he curls his fingers around his glass and takes a ginger sip of his drink.]
(Tastes like pine trees.) [He smacks his lips a couple times, trying to figure out the aftertaste.] (Don't they do something with pine trees in the winter?)
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With his hand now free, though he's not sure that's what he wanted, he curls his fingers around his glass and takes a ginger sip of his drink.]
( Tastes like pine trees. ) [He smacks his lips a couple times, trying to figure out the aftertaste.] ( Don't they do something with pine trees in the winter? )