You're not supposed to be the one with a death wish, James.

[He jokes, a wry smile tugging at his lips as he puts his phone back in his pocket.

They'll have a few moments before the old man arrives, so he reaches out to hook a finger in Bucky's waistband, giving him a short tug forward, a more playful expression gracing his expression.]

We'll already have judging looks when he sees your marks left behind, I'm certain.