Who the hell is Bucky

Do you need backup?

Bucky frowned. Had that been a joke? “Well, you don’t exactly like me.”

More than okay with that… at least for now.

You?

As okay as I can be.

Okay with not having a mission?

Tony frowns, noticing how antsy the man seems. “What’s with all the suspicion, Barnes? I’m just trying to give you a hand.”

Can you? [He stared at her while his hand tried to hold hers]

“Cut the bullshit, Steve told me about it. The Wakandans are a little harder to get to, so I guess you’re stuck with me.” He lifts the toolbox. “Can I come in?”

He’d mentioned Steve his metal thumb had felt weird for a second before working just fine again. Better than fine, compared to his old metal arm, but of course Steve had misunderstood it and that, somehow, led to Tony Stark asking him for entrance. 

I can think of a few.

… this is better than the usual me trying to strangle you.

Maybe.

I’ve been out of my game for a long time. Wasn’t sure if it was gonna work… but it did.

It did. [She slowly reached out to touch her fingertips with his. There was never need for any grand sweeping gestures with them.]

You’re here now. I don’t think there’s any need to fight.

Here you go.

Huh, I thought you would have put up more of a fight.

He loves stealing stuff, what can I say?

Hmmmm… I guess until its owner claimed it.

The raccoon is the klepto one.

Oh? You’re gonna blame it on the raccoon.