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âHow are you not dying in that coat?â Harry frowns as he glances over at Bucky, a little surprised. He knows itâs probably to keep his metal arm concealed, but he shouldnât have to in this weather. âHey, thereâs nothing wrong with some perfectly greasy food every now and then.â
Bucky shrugs slightly. âI donât get hot very easy,â he says. He snorts softly as the younger man speaks, offering him a grin. âIâm an old man, I have to watch what I eat.â Itâs a joke, of course, especially considering that he and Steve bot have to eat so much just to keep their energy up.



