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“ No no, it’s fine. It’s not that cold , he said. Not worth going back just to grab a scarf , he said.”
Bucky turned around, put his left hand on his hip and pointed at Steve with his right. “See? Told you so. Mr wannabe Superman. You don’t have superpowers. You are not immune to the cold.”
“It’s just a cold, Bucky. I’m fine.”
“And later, when you’ll get a fever, I’ll take a picture, print it and put it on the fridge as a reminder.”
“I hate you.”
Bucky huffed. “I love you too. Now drink that spiced hot chocolate.”
