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The fat teenager in his thick-rimmed glasses had all but gone unnoticed by Barnes but he smiled in his direction and extended his arm in the boy's direction. Suddenly all the defiance disappeared from him and, slightly overawed, he reached out and place one of his chubby hands in Bucky's hand. It was shaking gently and Bucky could see from the sweat along the boy's brow that he was nervous. Stark was used to this kind of thing. This guy obviously wasn't.

Bucky shook the boy's hand. "Thank you for all your hard work, son."

Son? For a second there Bucky had sounded like Steve. He hadn't even thought before opening his mouth but before he knew it "son" had crept out and suddenly he'd aged himself ten years by uttering a single one word. Maybe Steve had once felt as uncomfortable as Bucky did in the uniform, maybe he'd felt like an impostor too, and wearing it had forced him to become something more than he was. It was a comforting thought but not one Bucky was sure he bought.

"Testing it?" Barnes smiled at Stark and prepared to feign ignorance. "Your file says you have some... [i]suits[/i], was it? What say you put one of those suit things on and see whether this shield you designed is going to get me killed or not."

A nervous look appeared on Osnick's face and Bucky smiled at him disarmingly. "Better to find out now than later when I'm in the field, right?"