"Distraction," Bucky repeated in a tone that clearly implied he would be rolling his eyes if he wasn't a grown man. "Is that what you're calling your usual 'Throw myself in front as a target' approach?" He still hated that plan, no matter how often Steve's way worked, Bucky still hated that plan. "I get that the bars and powders could be useful, Steve. I've just had my fill after decades of nothing else." He smirked. "Which means you are making me pancakes. From scratch. No restaurant."
Snorting softly, he shook his head. "I didn't say no one was like that. Just that a lot of people aren't. There are always going to be those who step up. I just don't think there are as many anymore. You do realize you're also using the same examples I just used, right? The young people. And maybe it's generational. There was an entire generation after us called the 'Me Generation', after all."
Bucky poked one gloved vibranium finger into Steve's side. "We already had that conversation, Rogers. I tried. I gave them another chance after the holodeck. But, I wasn't blind this time." He did still like Loki and Theo as people to hang out with on downtime. But, it was becoming clear he could only count on them so far. "But, yes, you even got Malfoy to volunteer."