You aren’t the one responsible for my losing the genetic lottery on health conditions.

[The words come quickly, a little frustrated. Bucky has his host of issues he’s sensitive about and would rather not admit to, and Steve isn’t as forthcoming about his as he likes to pretend he is. ‘They’re there, I’m fine, it’s no big deal now’, only works the 95% of the time he’s able to keep everything under perfect control.]

It looks worse than it feels. Do you want to come with me to Urgent Care? I don’t mind if you don’t, it’ll probably be pretty boring.

[Just keep playing it down, Steve.]