"James Buchanan Barnes... what kind of name is Buchanan anyway, and why would you, as a grown man, go by Bucky? I hear that and I expect some kind of chipmunk mascot to come out- and I swear to god, if you ever wear a furry suit to try to fuck me, I'll... not fuck you."

She pointed her finger at him, because she meant business. Then she slumped back down. "Do you prefer being called James?"