[ Mostly, Steve ignored the words, not being nearly as careful or delicate as Natasha because when had he ever been? If he wanted Bucky to remember he needed to be the stubborn punk who never took no for an answer and gave as good as he got. In the very least, as much as he could before when he had been just about nothing.

And even when he had nothing --

His hands swept over the bags at his feet, a smile coming to his lips. ]

I brought food and drinks. I know you have to be hungry. What do you feel like having? I cleaned out the market not too far from here. They probably thought I wad going to feed and army. Got you a warm coat. More fashionable than - this.

[ A joke, really, he knew nothing about fashion whatsoever. ]