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"I thought Redwing was a robot," Bucky said, his hand lingering in the air.
"The second one is," Sam responded. "That's the thing, people always get the name wrong. The gear I wear is called Redwing Junior, at least not in technical terms." Turning back to the fridge, Sam pulled out a bottle of water and, after a moment's hesitation, a half finished candy bar.
"You know," Sam said, chocolate and caramel goodness crunching under his teeth as he spoke, "he doesn't bite."
Bucky raised his hand again, finally touching the bird. It winced at first at his touch but slowly allowed him to rub two fingers down the side of its head, and then down its back to nearly the tip of its maroon tail.
He chuckled. "I think he likes you, Buck."
Bucky raised an eyebrow, his lips half parted in a question he couldn't quite bring himself to ask.
"Hey, I said he can't bite, but that little dude has one mean peck. Ask Steve, cause boy does he know a thing or two about it."