Steve replies with a snort, smirking. “I ain’t giving up neither.” Just who do you think you’re talking to, Buck? Steve Rogers is like the Black Knight. He’d he down all of his limbs and still threaten to bite and bleed on his attacker. Tenacity might as well be his middle name instead of Grant.

There’s an uncomfortable silence that follows, during which time Steve scratches his arm and alternates between stretching out and curling up on the couch.

His body is just uncomfortable. It’s more uncomfortable the closer Bucky gets. God forbid his friend join him on the sofa. Steve might resort to some odd sniffing behavior, worse than he’d done with Tony.

Tony smells fine. Bucky?

Bucky smells like a feast.