[He sees the concerned look, but Steve doesn't mention it so maybe he'll forget. Maybe he'll think Bucky's just coming down with a cold, like he might not have noticed the arm, like the art centre might not have told him that he was a veteran.

Of course he helped little old ladies. Goddamn, but Steve was like some kind of perfect ideal of what a clean-cut American boy should be, all blond hair and blue eyes and earnest goodness. He can't help but snort, some of the tension leaking from his shoulders.]

You seriously got knifed trying to stop a mugging? When we get back to your place, am I going to see a spandex costume and mask from where you stop crime at night?