Most people doesn’t pertain to one Steve Rogers because he had noticed in minutes, at least as far as knowing something was terribly wrong. He couldn’t have guessed the rest if he tried. Using the knuckles of his right hand, Steve presses against the underside of his nose, maybe a bit roughly, so that he can do something to make his face look less distraught. It does the trick and he shifts his weight on the hard floor.

He misses carpets. No one wants carpets anymore to warm a place up or make them soft to sit on. Everything in modern society is hard wood. Steve doesn’t care for it. It makes his tailbone hurt.

“So when’s the last time you’ve been to a class or taken your medication?” You can bullshit a bullshitter. Steve might look sweet and innocent, but he’s been known to decide against a doctor’s recommendations several times a day and he can spot someone doing the same thing when they’re sitting across from him. “Actually, don’t answer that. I’ll get mad and insist on going with you to your appointments.”

And he might still do that. Sorry, Buck.

Penny is right there between them again, sitting down to Bucky’s right so that he can touch her if he needs to. Her ears are perked up and her eyes are focused on Steve as if wary. He might have brought burgers but he could still topple her person over again.

Steve, however, has moved on from one for of mothering to basic boys’ ridicule. “You couldn’t be ugly if you tried. No one can get a girl to get out of her clothes faster than you. And now you probably get to collect on Cool Scar points too. Plus your hair? You’re always trying to one up me. Maybe I’ll grow my hair out too. Get a beard?”