"Magic tank could be magic," he countered. "Or we'll just park it in the lot and ask them to bring our milkshakes out to us." Honestly Bucky was ready to take the tank out of it and just take Billy out for milkshakes. A date, not that Billy would ever say yes outside of Bucky's dreams.
His frown grew at the confirmation of no warmer clothing (though Bucky had no complaints about the costume, it showed off Billy's figure perfectly, especially those shapely legs and that ass). "Bad enough, in this area of the world. Which we want, it'll help us hide."
He unzipped his jacket, shedding it and holding it out. Two sleeves on this one because minimizing the light glare off the arm was important when sneaking up on Doom's stronghold, and because it was warmer that way. Underneath he had thermal layers that would be good enough if they kept moving. He'd trained in Siberia; he'd felt worse. "Put this on instead. There's gloves in the pocket." The leather and kevlar still held some of Bucky's body heat, and the faint scent of the cologne he occasionally wore.
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His frown grew at the confirmation of no warmer clothing (though Bucky had no complaints about the costume, it showed off Billy's figure perfectly, especially those shapely legs and that ass). "Bad enough, in this area of the world. Which we want, it'll help us hide."
He unzipped his jacket, shedding it and holding it out. Two sleeves on this one because minimizing the light glare off the arm was important when sneaking up on Doom's stronghold, and because it was warmer that way. Underneath he had thermal layers that would be good enough if they kept moving. He'd trained in Siberia; he'd felt worse. "Put this on instead. There's gloves in the pocket." The leather and kevlar still held some of Bucky's body heat, and the faint scent of the cologne he occasionally wore.