Now isn’t the time for coddling. Steve is excited, he’s curious, and his more mischievous side has been pricked into life. Having Bucky kiss him after so many years of wanting it to happen has left little ripples of pleasure ever present on his skin. His senses are becoming more and more heightened and while it does appear as if he’s stopped growing, he’s coming to understand his strength. It’s hard to want to quash it all back down to hold Bucky’s hand through processing everything that happened.

And he doesn’t think Bucky wants that anyway, so Steve resorts to good old fashioned joking.

“I know you were unconscious, but I didn’t drag us anywhere. A tractor beam shot out of the sky and dragged us here. I’ll take credit for trying to help a big black dog in an alley way but the rest of this ain’t on me, pal.”

Steve peeks through the crack in the door, heart rate rising.

“This is so Game of Thrones. It’s so cool. You gotta admit, it’s pretty cool, Buck.”