[Bucky brushes away the mental offer of Clint. He's not up to trusting anyone new right now, not with the stakes what they are. When Sam speaks again, Bucky doesn't look up to meet Sam's gaze; through the link he can feel Sam's sincerity. However, when fingers tangle in his shirt--- one of the new ones Sam gave him--- he does glance up. He's heard this before from Sam and Steve alike, but he can't help but draw comparison to the easy smiles in Steve's memories to Bucky's stiff efforts to the same.
Between them, the brood link hums strong, their shared mental space a blend of Sam's brilliant hues and Bucky's sedated blues and blacks. Together, they weave a glimmering brocade, seams nearly invisible. He knows as well as Sam just how well they fit together, but he can't help but continue to doubt his resourcefulness outside of battle.]
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Between them, the brood link hums strong, their shared mental space a blend of Sam's brilliant hues and Bucky's sedated blues and blacks. Together, they weave a glimmering brocade, seams nearly invisible. He knows as well as Sam just how well they fit together, but he can't help but continue to doubt his resourcefulness outside of battle.]