Bucky: Right, that's the guy you said the lame stuff about, like he's a good listener.
Sam: I'm sorry, what do you look for in a guy?
Bucky: I don't know, real stuff: shape of his ass.

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Bucky: Right, that's the guy you said the lame stuff about, like he's a good listener.
Sam: I'm sorry, what do you look for in a guy?
Bucky: I don't know, real stuff: shape of his ass.
Computer: Please type a password
Bucky: *types Y/n’s name*
Computer: Your password is too weak
Bucky: The fuCK YOU JUST SAY?
Sam: I'm amazed at what you've endured, it just seems really hard.
Bucky: Being gay?
Steve [whispering]: He's talking about Hydra...
Bucky: I want to die
Sam: Don't say that! We're in this together
Bucky: Ok.
Bucky: We want to die?
Sam yawns.
Bucky's mind: Sam needs rest. I should scoop him up in my arms and let him lie peacefully against the warmth of my chest and I won't move until he gets all the sleep he needs so he never yawns again.
Sam: What?
Bucky: Stop yawning.
Bucky: Do you or do you not still have me saved as "Jesus took my wheel" in your phone??
Sam:
Sam: Your hair looks amazing today.
Bucky: Answer the question.
Sam: Shut up.
Bucky: No, you shut up.
Sam: I said that first.
Bucky: Make me then?
Sam: Oh, I will.
Sam: But you might moan a little.