[ That kind of question isn't surprising, really, not when Sam's seen some of the programming in Bucky's head first hand. Doesn't make it any less of a punch in the gut when it comes, though. He keeps his thoughts behind his shields, but seriously, fuck Hydra and anyone who ever looked at this boy and thought to make him into a weapon. ]

You're allowed to say anything, that includes telling me no or to kiss your ass or whatever the hell else you feel like. You can do anything you want with me, man, all you gotta do is ask. [ He lets his shields go just enough for his sincerity to bleed through, and then he sinks back below his layer of clouds. ]

You know I got no problem telling you how it is, I like it when you do the same with me. How about I back the hell off for now, and you give me a shout if you need something?