"Novel idea." He tried not to smile too much at the fantasy his mind conjured up. Hell, forget the tank. Not that Bucky would ever be interested in him that way outside of Billy's mind.

Billy hesitated to take the jacket, a protest on his lips that he knew was pointless, because 1. Bucky would insist, and 2. He was a super soldier, he was probably better engineered to survive the cold than Billy. But still...it felt wrong.

"...Are you sure?" he asked, feeling the warmth between his fingers, and the pleasant weight of the jacket that was probably nothing to Bucky.