That’s where Steve has everyone fooled. Right down to the core. That sweet smile and wholesome face of his has gotten him out of so much trouble before. No one can or wants to believe that he’s capable of some rotten things, even when those things lead to people being safer or happier.

“You can trust me. This isn’t my secret to tell,” Steve says, with the same voice that he used to tell the recruiters that his name was Ricky Gervais. No, not the famous one. And those eye sight tests are absolutely wrong! Did they pull the right file?

He’s not lying right now though. Becky isn’t going to know about Bucky until Bucky wants her to know. And Steve is just going over after work to have some ice cream and listen to her worries.

Simple as that.

And it would have been as simple as that too if Padfoot in the flesh hasn’t farted across the street just as he came out from the subway. Steve shouldn’t run but asthma has never stopped him before. He darts off after the incredibly massive, bear-like figure, waving scrawny arms. “Stop! Hey boy!” he calls and eventually the dog does stop. And that’s just because Steve has accidentally cornered it in an alley.

The blond smiles gently.

“It’s all right. Are you hungry? I have some... okay. It’s just an Orange in my pocket. Dogs don’t eat oranges. Are you lost?”