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Steve stared at the box in front of him.
“You got me a gift? You didn’t have to, Bucky.”
“Oh, just open the box already.”
Bucky was vibrating out of his seat, impatiently waiting for Steve to open the gift he bought.
“...Bucky, what is this.”
“Something I found in a shop.”
Steve was speechless.
“So? Are you going to say thank you to me for getting you the best sweater in the 21st century?”
“Thank you, I really hate it.”
“You're welcome, so go ahead and put it on!”
“But-”
“Please?”
How could he refuse? He put it on.