( Takes a couple of days for Bucky to catch him at it, but eventually he does — happens by the gym in time to see a familiar blur of color hurtling across the room. He slips in discreetly, watches quietly as Sam demonstrates a clearly practiced mastery of the shield.
Doesn't plan to interrupt, except that it comes flying in his direction and it's reflex to stick his arm out and catch it.
His eyes flicker from it to Sam, and after a beat he hurls it toward a post, bouncing it back in Sam's direction. )
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Doesn't plan to interrupt, except that it comes flying in his direction and it's reflex to stick his arm out and catch it.
His eyes flicker from it to Sam, and after a beat he hurls it toward a post, bouncing it back in Sam's direction. )
Getting pretty good at that.