Scene from TFATWS, maybe.....
Sam's relaxing on the couch, feet kicked up, reviewing his mission notes before sending his report to Sharon. He takes a pull from his beer, resting on the coaster that Bucky "you're gonna ruin stuff if you're not careful, geez" Barnes insisted he use. Who knew? Sam was a bit distracted, because in the periphery of his vision, he could see the aforementioned Mr Clean lurking. He thought he was being subtle. But Sam, having spent a significant amount of time around him, was pretty attuned to Bucky's movements. Most of them. He still had the uncanny ability to just...appear, without a sound. Kinda of creepy when you think you're alone. So, of course Bucky would do it just to mess with him.
"Barnes! What do you need man?"
"Well, then quit walkin back and forth peeking in here like you're stalking someone, or come and here and ask whatever it is going on in your cyborg brain."
Bucky huffs out a sigh, "not a cyborg, only have a metal arm."
"Look, I got you something. Don't make it weird."
"Oh, I'm gonna. You shouldn't have led with that."
"Can you just be serious? I needed to replace something I took."
"Something you took...stole? You stole something from me Barnes?"
"Yeah. But in my defense, I wasn't in my right mind. "
"Really? This I gotta see."
Bucky leaves the room, returning shortly with a large box with crumpled bow on top.
Putting a hand over his heart, Sam exclaims, " Oh Buck, you shouldn't have!" Taking in the condition of the bow, he chuckles, "What happened to this?"
Bucky rolls his eyes, "I couldn't get the sticky paper thingy off the back okay. I may have accidentally crushed it."
"Right." Shaking the box, Sam asks what's in it.
"Feathers, just open it will ya? Why do you have to be so difficult?"
Bucky just gestures for him to open it.
Sam delicately takes off the bow, setting it to the side, and begins to peel off the tape from the box, rather slowly knowing it was irritating Bucky. Sam waggles his eyebrows at Bucky before opening it. He looks down in the box, then up at Bucky, then in the box again.
Bucky looks at him expectantly. "Well?"
"Well" said Sam. You never cease to amaze me", as he pulls a steering wheel from the box.
Bucky rubs the back of his neck, as he meets Sam's questioning expression.
"Um, what am I supposed to do with it?"
"I dunno. I just wanted you to know how sorry I am over what happe..."
Sam puts up his hand, "Whoa, whoa, I'm stopping you there. You're not that person anymore. Between us, we've got enough trauma and regrets to overcome. Let's not rehash a past we can't change. You know this man. The question is, is there a car that goes with this? I mean, if you're talking about replacing something.."
"Dreamin is free Wilson. Get your feet off the table."
"What am supposed to do with a whole steering wheel Barnes.?"
Bucky shrugs, "Doesn't seem to be my problem."
And that is how they came to have a steering wheel with a crushed bow, in a shadowbox on their wall.
