Bucky had assumed that Sylvie would follow him into the dressing room, heedless of manners, but she doesn't. Instead she stomps back out into the main part of the store and Bucky pulls off his t-shirt to put on the sweater, smoothing it down and tugging the bottom over the waistband of his black jeans. It's lighter than something he would usually wear, but Bucky thinks that he looks nice. The sweater really is the same color as his eyes and it's very soft. Maybe that's why Sylvie doesn't like it, because it makes him look soft, like someone who likes to read a good book and snuggle. But that's who Bucky is sometimes.

Does she not like those parts of him, just like she doesn't like this sweater? It's a foolish thought, one borne of insecurity, and he tries to shove it away.

"Look," he says as he leaves the dressing room, stalking out until Sylvie can see him. "Look me in the eye and tell me that I look bad in this sweater."