Bucky sees Natasha wearing a long-sleeved crop top paired with high waisted jeans one day and get curious. He decides to try it out. The crop top, that is, not the jeans.
The next time he’s at the mall with Steve, Bucky finds one in a popular clothes’ shop and tries it on, while Steve waits, sprawled out on the surprisingly comfy armchair outside the fitting room.
“I’m not sure I understand the point of a t-shirt that covers only half your torso.” Bucky says,
frowning quizzically at his reflection in the mirror.
“I dunno,” Steve drawls, tilting his head to one side. “But I’m liking the view,” he catches Bucky’s eye in the mirror and grins.
Bucky rolls his eyes, turning from side to side. It’s a tight fit even as he’s picked the largest size, and it barely covers his chest, leaving his abs completely bare. He thinks about it for a moment longer, while a sales assistant comes up to him and tries to tell him “that top is actually from the women’s department” and perhaps he’s “made a mistake.” Bucky gives her his patented Winter Soldier death glare until she skitters off, looking a little alarmed, while Steve barely manages to keep himself from bursting into laughter.