Don’t feel? That’s impossible for Steve. The guy over-feels, like he’s an empathic sponge. There’s no way in hell that he’s going to be able to shut any of this off in the next two minutes so Bucky is just going to have to wait for one god damned second as Steve pulls himself together again.

It won’t be without a question though. Bucky can’t get away Scott free this time.

“Of course I want to meet your dog but she’s not disappearing in ten seconds,” Steve grumbles, still face planted against too much muscle with too much heat under it. His voice softens, the question almost demanding itself to be whispered. “Did you decide not to see me because you were trying to spare yourself...? Or because you were trying to spare me?”

One is far worse than the other.

“If you were trying to spare me, I’m going to kick your ass so hard you’re going to taste my shoe.” Actually, Steve doesn’t even think his leg is long enough for that but the threat still stands. He can’t be overly emotional without throwing in some guy-language for Mister Tough Guy Brooklyn here. He’s got a reputation, and Steve intends to let Bucky hang onto that if he needs to. “I’ve been a few streets away all this time.”

At least the tears are turning to anger. Steve’s always been able to deal with that better.

“How many times have you been there for me? Come on, Buck. I’ve got a bad heart, but that doesn’t make me too weak to be there for you.”