[ He doesn't feel the same pull towards this guy that he does with Barnes - closer to when he's around Clint, which sets him a little more at ease. It's not like Sam's not used to giving up pieces of himself to near strangers, but at least then he was usually in control of what he was sharing.

Still, he grins a little when the guy returns his joking, and it widens when he introduces himself. He reaches out to clasp Castor-brood-Sam's hand, grip firm and friendly, as he shakes his head a little. ]

Sam Wilson, Bellatrix brood. New day, new way to ID myself, huh? [ A hell of a lot different from Sam Wilson, 58th rescue squadron, or tech sergeant, or even Falcon. He guesses he'll get used to it, even if he's not sure that he really wants to at the moment. ] Just woke up yesterday. Not that I'm complaining about getting pushed off into the deep end.