[At first, Bucky's a touch puzzled by Sam's initial answer, but then the impression of a bird-lion billows across the link and he's not sure how he compares. He finds himself smiling at the thought of the twins, waiting for them back on the station. Sam scratches his beard one more time and then his eyes catch the gleam of metal out of his peripheral. On instinct, his right hand surges out to close about Sam's wrist, tight like a manacle.
no subject
Shit.
This wasn't what he wanted. ]