"Good." Steve had had enough of fighting Bucky to last more than three lifetimes. He knew maybe they hadn't completely gotten that Soldier under control, but he was also hoping that the longer Bucky was in control, the less of it the Soldier might have.

"Yeah, you do need a shower," he observed, wrinkling his nose almost playfully. He snorted when Bucky added the bit about the shave, the feel of stubble tickling on his bicep. "And a shave, you're starting to look like a mountain man. I can see what I can do - " Steve glanced down, sort of taking stock of himself for the first time. "I think I could use a shower and a shave, too." Steve generally took good care of himself, though this self-imposed mission had been a little different. He'd been so driven. Sam had kept on him about eating and sleeping, but it had been hard to take care of himself, even for Sam, when he was so worried about finding Bucky.

Now, things were starting to feel normal again. Being close was nice. Not that he didn't get close to Sam, because of course he did. But being close to Bucky was a little different, was all. It had been something he'd always done, and it was a lot more comforting than he realized.