The hammer missed the nail, landing on Steve's thumb. He yelped, shook the offending hand, and stuck the digit in his mouth for a moment, eyes wide and staring at his best friend.
"A wig?" He took the thumb from his mouth and tried again. "A ring? For Ariel?"
A grin was struggling to make its way onto his face. He was trying to hold back, waiting for confirmation. This is what Bucky was struggling to talk about? He wanted to marry the girl?