Clint B / Borky Barnes
There were a lot of things that Bucky had yet to be exposed to. He'd been trying to catch up with the times, and Wakanda had been a great source of that despite appearances. Yeah, he lived in a hut and was kind of roughing it for the most part but part of his therapy at the palace had been about bringing him up to date with the current state of the world. It was a lot to catch up on, but he'd been immersed in reading and watching everything from world history to pop culture. Hadn't quite made it to Dora the Explorer, though.
And then there were things that you couldn't just read about; you had to experience them to really understand what they were about. Or at least get an idea. That convention had been one of those things. Vegas was definitely one of those things, maybe the epitome of one of those things.
"Most of that convention is burned into my memory and won't ever go away," he said. Not that he wanted it to. That was where they'd first hit it off and Bucky was so glad of that. He had a feeling they would've found each other regardless of the setting, but that one had been kind of perfect.
"Starting off with a selfie with whatever that was, I can only see how things are gonna get weirder from here," Bucky said. He pulled a pair of sunglasses out of his pocket; of course they were Clint's and they were purple, and put them on. Promptly after a card with a topless woman was thrust into his hands by some guy wearing a leopard print suit. "Viva Las Vegas."