I wouldn't count on it. [ Do with that what you will, Bucky Barnes. Quite literally — Steve hands the bottle over at his gesture, holding it out by the neck to proffer the base, letting this precede him the rest of the way into the room. Once he's handed it off he sits on the edge of the bed while Bucky inspects it. ]

I've been told it's not meant for mortal men. Not sure what that makes us. It's not bad, though.

[ But his mouth stays curved after he says it — he's not here so they can feel sorry for themselves. Quite the opposite. And maybe it's dropping the ruse more quickly than necessary, if he wants his kicks, but Bucky's always seen right through him anyway. There's little point except for . . . familiarity, maybe, nostalgia, but that only gets them so far. The point is to have something new to look back on and give each other a hard time about. ] Whaddya say?