Living on a razor's edge, danced with demons, tasted death

"I don't know," he huffs a soft scoff at that. "but I'd rather be sure of it before I invite a demon in or something, I'm really not prepared for that kind of thing, okay?" Bucky shifts them a little more upright for a moment, long enough for him to shrug his jacket off to drape over Sam instead. He'll be fine.

He laughs a little at that, "We watched that one, didn't we?" he's pretty sure they had, at some point. He just wants to keep Sam talking, if he's honest.