Bucky was doing better these days so he was spending more time getting to know Steve's friends. Hawkeye was just finishing up a story about losing his pants on a mission when a memory unlocked in his head.
"I had to do a mission naked once." He announced. Steve started to get a worried look on his face so he hurried to clarify.
"It was because of the uniform. At first they would just dress me in a variation of whatever uniform they had around but early on one of the handlers decided there should be some sort of Winter Solider uniform. I think the guy designed it himself. It's only function was to look intimidating. Which was dumb since people weren't supposed to get a good look at me. Besides, I'm going around covered in weapons and I have a metal arm. I'm going to look intimidating anyway.
But this guy, he had me in this leather monstrosity. It was all black and shiny and squeaked when I moved. Real stealthy. It was also so tight I could barely breath let alone manoeuvre.
But it's not like I was ever asked for an opinion, so they sent me off and I've barely started the job when suddenly every single seam on the thing rips apart. I'm really glad there no evidence of this because I had to finish the mission with bits of fabric hanging on by the straps holding my weapons.
Afterwards I just walked up to the handler and dumped the remains of the uniform in front of him. I'm really glad I can remember this now because the look on the guys face was something to treasure. He was so red he stared to go purple and he was just opening and closing his mouth like he was trying to yell but nothing was coming out."
Bucky smiled at the others.
"I went into cryo after that and he wasn't there the next time I was out. I like to think he keeled over from a heart attack."