Sam stood in his bath room, the mirror showing his reflection. He looked stupid. This was not at all his thing. The blue suit covered in pockets and different line work crossed over his body, trapping him in with the shoulder holsters. The single silver star reflected duly in the light.
Sam reaches up and ran his finger over the edge of the raised surface on his chest. With a sigh, he dropped his hand, clenching his gloved hands at his sides.
"This worked on Steve. I just look dumb."
Shaking his head, he exited his bathroom, and stepped into his room, grasping the shield in his right hand. It felt so weird to him, the metal disk was all wrong. He reached around and clipped it onto his back, swiping his phone from the nightstand.
"Sam, be there in five." Read the text.
Bucky had sent that four minutes ago, meaning he was probably walking up to his front door now. Shoving his phone into one of the deep pockets, he made his way to the front door.
Bucky walked up the dirt driveway, casting one final glance at his motorcycle. He had just started to drive one again. He needed a mode of transportation, and a motorcycle seemed like the best option for him. His keys jingled in his pocket as he looked up to the sound of an opening door.
Bucky stopped dead in his tracks. He gazed at Sam standing on the front porch, dressed in blue and ready for their mission.
"Man, I look stupid. Blue is not my color." Sam called down, taking the porch stairs two at a time.
Sam walked up to Bucky, attempting to fix the pants that kept riding up on him. He came to a stop in front of the long haired man, giving him a questioning look.
"What? I got something on my face?" Sam asked.
Bucky shook his head and mustered a small smile, fighting back tears because for the love of god James Buchanan Barnes did not cry. Not anymore. With his fists shoved deep in his pockets, Bucky let out a sigh.
"You just look like him." Bucky let on sadly.
"Yeah. I miss him too." Sam replies.
Bucky dropped his chin to his chest, and Sam unexpectedly put his hand on his shoulder. Bucky looked up to his partners face, a small smile growing. Bucky tried to put on a brave face, but it was just too hard nowadays, with Steve being old now.
"Let's get to work." Sam said, giving a squeeze and a pat to his shoulder.
Bucky nodded and turned to head back to his motorcycle.
"I still don't know how to throw the shield though!" Sam called after him, trotting to catch up.
"I'll show you how. Who did you think thought Steve how to throw it?" Bucky said with a laugh.