"See? Told ya. They're a-aall idiots." Bucky smirked. He didn't need to ask how it had gone. He'd already known the commandos would fall in line. Steve tended to affect people that way, once they started paying attention to him. He'd recommended these five in particular because they were tough, smart, good at what they did... and just crazy enough to be willing.
"So how 'bout you?" Steve settled down on the barstool next to him, his voice quiet and a little uncertain.
Bucky knew Steve didn't think he had any right to ask after everything that had happened - but as much as Steve was used to having Bucky at his back, Bucky was used to being there. He really didn't think there was much to talk about.
"You ready to follow Captain America into the jaws of death?"
Steve seemed to be bracing for a no-
"Hell no."
Steve's face fell just a bit.
- and in all honesty, if it had been anyone else, Bucky would've turned them down.
"That little guy from Brooklyn?" He turned to Steve with a thin smile, cradling a glass between two fingers. "The one that was too dumb not to run away from a fight? ...I'm followin' him." He took a sip of his drink, sad that it was probably going to take a whole lot more of these from now on to forget about the things he'd seen. Can't win 'em all.
He grinned over the top of his glass. "You're keeping the outfit, though, right?"
Steve chuckled, glancing behind them at a cornball promotional poster.
"Y'know what? … It's kinda growing on me."