Steve liked cream and sugar in his coffee, he hadn't ever got to have it when he was a young man, such things were too expensive after the Depression, and it reminded him that he was in a different time. Black coffee, it just took him back to rainy days with Bucky, where their breath fogged up in front of them even inside, and Bucky had pawned his one good pair of boots to get Steve cigarettes for his lungs.

He blinked all of a sudden when Tony's finger came in close and swiped frosting off his nose, going a bit pink and hurrying to fish out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the rest off and clean himself up.

"I made a mess with graphite too, you should'a seen the amount of times Buck had to scrub me off before sending me on a date with one of the friends of his gals."