[ There they go. Sam shoots him a smile back, content, as he waits for Bucky's reaction to the drink.
He's about to ask which one Bucky likes better - but he's sidetracked entirely by that question. ]
(Hell yeah.) [ There's a flash of when Sam was a kid, small hands carefully threading popcorn and cranberries on a string and wrapping it around a brightly lit tree, snow falling outside of their window; when he was older, hanging stars cut from MRE packages and empty tin cans on a pine tree growing from rocky soil; at the Avengers' compound, putting up expensive, high quality twinkle lights, Steve and Wanda's voices murmuring in the background. ] (I'd have gotten us to do it here, if I knew when it was back on the Station.)
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He's about to ask which one Bucky likes better - but he's sidetracked entirely by that question. ]
( Hell yeah. ) [ There's a flash of when Sam was a kid, small hands carefully threading popcorn and cranberries on a string and wrapping it around a brightly lit tree, snow falling outside of their window; when he was older, hanging stars cut from MRE packages and empty tin cans on a pine tree growing from rocky soil; at the Avengers' compound, putting up expensive, high quality twinkle lights, Steve and Wanda's voices murmuring in the background. ] ( I'd have gotten us to do it here, if I knew when it was back on the Station. )