Mm-mm. Don't need one. I have boots and sneakers. [She's got. A lot more than boots and sneakers. While he's still living like he'll put on his boots and shove his sneakers into each water bottle holder on either side of his go bag, ready to make a run for it when they come for him. Or when his past catches up to him. Either way, he hasn't really settled down the way she has. He's an ever transient wolf trying to stay ahead of trouble, not realising it's a wet leaf stuck to his hind paw that will always follow him no matter how paranoid or how mobile he tries to be.

If he needs a rack for anything maybe it's to display his knife collection. But they haven't sewn a red flag as big as Bucky Barnes since the one they lowered from the Kremlin in 1991. He really doesn't need to put all his knifes on display and make it worse.]

Online shopping. [Bucky scoffs.] I'm a hundred and six years old. Don't tell me what's 'online'.