“Me?” It’s normal for Steve to brush anything off that concerns him. He doesn’t want people to notice him, to see the twist of his spine, how his chest looks caved in, or the scars on his body from many, many surgeries. He doesn’t like it when people see his illness either. Not even Bucky. That said, he’s never outright ignored Bucky so much either.

Bacon on the brain, he picks at another piece, eyes turned towards the plate.

“I’m not acting like anything. I’m just hungry. If I slept for a whole day, can you blame me?”

He’s still wearing a ripped shirt covered in his blood. Penny is starting to scratch at the door, huffing under the gap. This whole situation is weirder than usual.

Steve’s more or less completely finished the entire plate before he takes a step back in socked feet to open up the fridge. It had never been unusual for Steve to raid the Barnes’ refrigerator before, so while the act itself is normal, up until a few minutes ago, Steve has been very conscious of Bucky’s space and trying not to overstep. “Any more?”