Steve couldn’t say that Bucky didn’t know exactly how to make a fist something he didn’t mind receiving. Simple, for a Friday even if that wasn’t the real reason and they both knew it. He couldn’t help the small smile as he took it, carefully removed the paper.

Useful. Not frivolous. Something he would actually get some enjoyment out of and wouldn’t just become clutter somewhere until enough time has passed to politely get rid of it. Of course Bucky had picked out the exact right sort of thing. If anyone would it was going to be him. No one knew Steve better.

His smile broadened as he set the paper aside, opened the sketchpad to run his fingers over the paper. Exactly what he liked. Steve wasn’t a fancy guy.

“Thanks, Buck,” he said genuinely. “This is great.”