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Steve was the only one who was surprised when Bucky took the Sorting Hat test at Pottermore and came up as a Hufflepuff.
Steve thought Bucky was a Gryffindor. Steve was still reeling from the betrayal of everybody, including Pepper Potts and Sam's mother, looking at him and saying "Slytherin, totally a Slytherin" after he complained about being sorted into it. Steve was really invested in Bucky, at least, being a Gryffindor.
Also, Steve had a charming blind spot about Bucky and how he would totally be brave and noble and shit for anybody or anything except for the extremely narrow range of people that he loved, but Sam was willing to leave him that illusion.
Clint said, "Caw caw, badger bros forever," and held up his hand for a high five. Nat stuck her lower lip out briefly and said, "You could have cheated enough to be in Slytherin too, you know."
Bucky just stared at her. She said, "Well, you could have."
"Am I the only Gryffindor in this room?" Sam wondered.
"There's always Thor," said Clint.
"I like these frogs," said Bucky, and Steve lunged over to shove all of Sam's chocolate frogs into his hands.