Bucky was actually kind of proud of Steve for not apologising for doing something selfish, because this pie was selfish no matter who had been shot bringing the ingredients back on board. Sometimes they all needed something for themselves, that was the nature of being human, and he loved Steve all the more for it. He didn't want a perfect paragon, Captain America, he wanted Steve Rogers and all his flaws.

"You don't have to be sorry, ma'am, but I'm also not going to be sorry for baking this pie. You see, I've lived through a period of history where loving someone of your own sex was criminally insane, I've fought in a war, and I've been a Nazi prisoner for a hell of a long time just to get to here. If I want to bake a goddamn pie for a man I can finally outwardly say I love, then I'm gonna bake a pie."

She looked even more mortified and backed up, red in the face, as Bucky stared her down and then looked around the rest of the kitchen.

"I'm not gonna steal supplies, this is a one time deal. Anyone else got any problems?"