Steve: Bucky's not great at making friends, I'm worried about him.
Natasha: he's doing fine.
[a few feet away]
Person: I like your jacket, where did you get it?
Bucky, not looking up: underground nazi terrorist organisation made it for me to keep weapons in.
Bucky: thankyou, it's very warm
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credit: incorrectbucko
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