[Stevie halp. Bucky most definitely doesn't understand AT ALL, so he's just kind of confusedly hanging about in his yellow-edged robes, privately thinking they're ugly as all hell. Or, well, not so privately, as he's leaning against the table next to Steve, a bottle of butterbeer in his hand, proclaiming:]
Hell, if they hafta pick somethin' for us to wear, they shoulda come up with something that ain't look like it's come straight out of Aunt Ida's closet.