Re: Bucky & Steve
If it had been anyone else reaching out toward his aching nose, Steve would have flinched away. But Bucky had never hurt him (not on purpose, at least - wrestling and roughhousing when they'd been kids didn't count), and so Steve stayed still, not even tensing up as Bucky brushed the tip of his nose. To tell the truth, his ears probably did help keep it in proportion, but he wasn't about to give Bucky the satisfaction of being right.
He stayed quiet through Bucky's explanation, the entire miserable story. Mostly because if he opened his mouth even once to interrupt, Bucky probably wasn't going to get to finish the story, and at the very least, Steve owed it to him to listen. He kept his eyes on Bucky's face, but his hands curled into fists at various points, clear evidence he was just itching to throw a punch.
When Bucky finished, Steve gave him a semi-mutinous glance, then pointedly moved his leg outta the way, because ow. "I oughta," he mumbled, his expression exceedingly put out at not getting to deliver vengeance to those who were clearly just fucking asking for it. "That guy was an asshole, he deserved worse." He sighed though, raked a hand through his hair and raised his eyes to Bucky's face, everything about him radiating apology. "I won't though. I got no interest in making things harder for you. Tonight was - it was dumb, I know. And there's nothing you need to be sorry for, okay? That's all on me, I - shit, Buck, I'm sorry. I just, that bastard started talkin', and I - "
He broke off, the clench of his jaw brutally tight, and then he visibly forced himself to let it go, and he offered Bucky a crooked smile instead. "You're a hell of a guy, Bucky," he said, because there weren't many people who would throw their own reputation under the bus for someone else, the way Bucky had done for Natasha.