Bucky used to be a walking fashion plate. He and Steve used to rummage through Good Will and Salvation Army offerings a few times a month and Bucky would always come out looking like he stepped out of a magazine. Steve tended to look like he was in handmedowns from someone's ten year old kid. He actually is pretty interested in seeing what Bucky has on offer now, but Penny won't let him in her human's bedroom.

Steve carefully puts his hands up, and then uses one to scratch at the back of his neck.

"Uh... Maybe we should just go back to my apartment..." He doesn't like the idea of Bucky judging him for it, but at this rate, Penny just isn't going to let him hang out here anymore. "I know I have a whole stash."

He doesn't want to try and stuff his feet into those shoes again, but it doesn't look like he has a choice.