Stopping a few steps after Steve, Bucky turned back in time to see his friend having a good laugh. He shook his head with a half roll of his eyes and watched Steve with some amusement on his face. "This one has a shade of diabolical in her eyes, so watch out."
Hid them? Sure, Bucky had hid them. Or folded them up and stashed them somewhere out of the Villa — and the gym. As fun as the back and forth jokes were, he still didn't want to greet his cardboard face or dressed in a Hawaiian shirt every morning in the lobby. He just smirked. "She won't find these, but until I pry the original away, there's always a chance for a second round."
"Nope," he said and matched the new pace. "That's all I need. Billy or James deciding to dress me up in some kind of get-up for the day." Okay, maybe not James, but he wasn't sure about if Billy would or not. Bucky cast Steve a side glance. "You'll have to consult the maker if you want one for company."
They came around a bend in the pathway and to the left was a group of bushes. At first Bucky didn't pay any attention to them, but as they got closer, he thought he heard a rustle. His logical mind told him that it was just a bird, squirrel, or another animal in the bushes, but his other senses had a strange feeling about what he'd heard.
"Did you hear that?" He asked Steve, nodding to the bush. "Probably a squirrel." Or so he wished.