[He's not expecting that.

Steve has been so gentle and kind so far, that this first glimpse of a temper takes him by surprise, but not in a bad way. It's amazing, he's sticking up for himself with no trace of guilt or shame, and he's quite easily putting Bucky back into his place without being a douche about it. Is there anything about this guy that isn't amazing?

His cheeks are on fire from shame by the time Steve stops, but he forces himself to look up and meet Steve's eyes. He's not a coward either, he's not going to run from having done something wrong.]

I'm sorry.

[Again.]

I shouldn't have judged you by some assholes I've met before. [He really has blown any chance of taking this guy out sometime, but maybe he can salvage at least a cordial neighbour sort of thing.] Will you let me start over? I swear I make a better impression than this most of the time.

[He grins, a wry twist of his lips that's still slightly apologetic, as he holds out the only hand that ever moves from his jeans pocket.]

Hi, I'm Bucky Barnes, you might know me as the jerk who can't draw boats and is slightly too into his pancakes, nice to meet you.