[Bucky accepts the handshake and freezes for a moment when he feels metal press against his palm, but the comforting warmth of Sam's fingers on his own chase away the burst of chill. Before Bucky can stop himself, he finds himself curling around the link like a warm fire in a blizzard and his smile widens, piqued with a touch of curiosity.]
Wouldn't know. [He turns the coin over in his hand, deja vu thrumming through his nerves.] Army.
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Wouldn't know. [He turns the coin over in his hand, deja vu thrumming through his nerves.] Army.