Steve found himself blushing. He was generally oblivious unless the person was really blatant about it, then he would just pretend to be oblivious until they gave up. He sometimes still felt like a pipsqueak, as Bucky put it. "Can we talk about something else, please?" he mumbled, uncomfortable with the attention. To him, his muscles were functional and nothing more. He was grateful for his strength, yes, but it wasn't as if he'd earned them.
He showed Darcy his prep work. "How did I do?" he smiled.