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Bucky wasn’t quite sure what he was looking at, and it turned out that staring wasn’t making the situation any clearer. Sam noticed the blank look on Bucky’s face, and the distant gaze in his eyes, and came to stand next to him.

“You still with us, killer?” Sam asked, pulling Bucky out of his head.

“Huh?” Bucky asked, turning his head quickly toward Sam, “Yeah, i’m just… What is he even wearing?”

Sam looked across the yard where Steve was painting some piece of furniture, and understood Bucky’s confusion.

As far as Sam could guess, he was in the tightest black button up shirt Sam had ever seen him in, which he had apparently only been able to close the bottom two buttons of, and seemed to be trying to hold them closed with a bright yellow belt. That was just the beginning.

Steve was also wearing yoga pants which hid exactly nothing, and that Sam was trying not to think about and failing at horribly. He was also wearing bright yellow rain boots that came halfway to his knees, and the yellow rubber gloves that were normally near the kitchen sink.

“Yeah… I can’t explain that either.” Sam finally admitted, continuing to stare alongside Bucky.

“That ass though.” Bucky said.

“And that chest.” Sam said.

“And the way the shirt makes a perfect window for his tits,” Bucky added.

Sam could only nod.

Sam pulled out is phone and snapped a picture, sending it to Nat.

‘How hard do you think it would be to get him into one of your old cat suits’, read the accompanying caption.

Her reply was immediate.

‘5 minutes. Just tell him it’s some new super stretchy fabric Tony designed and we’re wondering how stretchy it actually is.’