[Steve sits down across from Becca, coffee in his hands as he sips it, waiting for her questions. Honestly, this is all a huge relief to Steve, to know that Bucky does have someone looking out for him. Steve was a little worried he was going to end up hitting overbearing mother hen mode too fast and put Bucky off, but he can rest a little easier knowing his aren’t the only set of eyes watching out there.

Of course, he doesn’t get a chance to say any of this, because the ‘fetish’ comment has him going red and almost spitting up his coffee.]

What? I- no, no, that’s not it. I. I grew up on army bases and volunteer with vet services. I don’t think it’s something you can ever really get used to but… it is what it is, you know? He seemed pretty self-concious about it so I tried not to bring it up.