[Hey, he's trying to give you a break here! Bucky can't help the way his grin widens, a laugh bubbling up, too. He raises his eyebrows, pointedly, as he crosses his arms. It's good to see Steve like this, laughing and joking and--
-- and that was definitely a popcorn, hitting his cheek. With great difficulty, he suppresses his grin into something like careful nonchalance, shrugging his shoulders.]
Dunno about that, I only see a punk litterin' food all over nice and good cushions. [He tsks and shakes his head, shame on you, whatever happened to good catholic upbringing? (Alright, so maybe the whole show of nonchalance is slightly ruined by the way his mouth keeps tugging upwards at the corners, like it's taking all of his willpower to keep himself from a blinding grin, but please ignore that.)]