Steve blushes a rosy red, head ducking like he can make himself small again, now. He grins up at Bucky through his lashes before looking away again with a fond eye roll. "You're the blind one if you looked at my scrawny body and wanted anything other than to give me a sandwich."

But Bucky's words hit him deep. After the serum it's been like he possessed someone else. His body, healthier, stronger, and bigger than before is not his own as much as it is. People looking at him now don't register as people looking at him. Captain America is a force of his own and Steve Rogers died somewhere in Jersey. To everyone except for a small few, it seems.

One of the main people being Bucky.

With the other man's hands on his face, Steve covers them with his own and returns that deep kiss from before. He's new at this but a fast learner. He even manages to nip a bit at Bucky's lower lip before pulling away. The blush is still all over his cheeks but Steve's gaze is less embarrassed than heated now. Heated and oh so terribly in love.

"I wanted you for so long, Buck. I couldn't risk losing you by saying anything... But yeah. I felt the same. Probably since I started feeling anything for anyone... It was always you..."