[ he can't help it, he smiles brightly and nods his head. they know a whole lot more about barnes' apparent memory issues now that they have the kiev file; he wasn't sure what would stick when they've only met twice, and neither on the very best of circumstances.

sam wonders idly what barnes would consider this one to be, good or bad. hasn't decided himself yet, but they're off to a good start. barnes hasn't punched him or run away, for one thing. ]

That's right. Though you won't catch me flyin' around again any time soon.

[ because you broke his last set of wings, you jerk. no hard feelings, seriously, none at all he is just going to put rocks in your shoes one morning in the distant future nbd. he offers his hand, switching the cup of coffee from his right to his left so if barnes does deign to shake it, it doesn't have to be with the metal one. ]

Name's Sam Wilson. Steve calls me Sam, or the best friend he's ever made bullying on the National Mall, but you can just call me Sam if you want.

[ emphasis on 'if you want.' he won't even have any hard feelings if barnes doesn't take his hand; he'll stay nice and comfortable either way. ]