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“How are you not dying in that coat?” Harry frowns as he glances over at Bucky, a little surprised. He knows it’s probably to keep his metal arm concealed, but he shouldn’t have to in this weather. “Hey, there’s nothing wrong with some perfectly greasy food every now and then.”
Bucky shrugs slightly. “I don’t get hot very easy,” he says. He snorts softly as the younger man speaks, offering him a grin. “I’m an old man, I have to watch what I eat.” It’s a joke, of course, especially considering that he and Steve bot have to eat so much just to keep their energy up.












