[ Whether or not it's a joke or not doesn't really matter. Bucky glances over at him, weighs it for a moment and then realizes if it is or isn't, it doesn't have an effect on anything at the moment. That's something to hash out at a later point in time when he can actually bother to think about it.
Bucky pulls out his phone and hands it over, lips twisting up just faintly. There is more than just one photo - one of a building, the gold filigree on the side of a building in DC, and another of him, post-workout, hair tied back. Selfies, Darcy had explained, were a thing everyone did. He'd done it, half-amused, and forgotten about it. ]
Not much to look at. At least yours are of things.
i tried to find that goddamn pic and can't
Bucky pulls out his phone and hands it over, lips twisting up just faintly. There is more than just one photo - one of a building, the gold filigree on the side of a building in DC, and another of him, post-workout, hair tied back. Selfies, Darcy had explained, were a thing everyone did. He'd done it, half-amused, and forgotten about it. ]
Not much to look at. At least yours are of things.