"The loss of a loved one is hard," Steve agreed quietly, thinking of Bucky. Losing his best friend had been his own fault, and what followed for him in the seventy years Steve'd been asleep in the ice was on him, too. Bucky'd never admit it, or even agree to seeing it that way, but it didn't matter because that was the way Steve saw it.
He was distracted from his line of thought when she said she felt she needed to repay him, and Steve wasn't so dumb as to miss her meaning. "I'm flattered, Lady Mary, really, I am. And I'd love to...get to know you like that, but only if you want to. I'm not expecting anything in return for building a shelter for you. It's just the right thing to do."