"I don't know how you eat those things," Sam made a face at the power bars comment. He felt they had a sandy texture and tasted oddly like chemical drenched cardboard. Yeah, no thank you. He was going to stick to his questionable cereal and fresh fruits. The only reason he wasn't eating scrambled eggs or something was because he was too lazy to be bothered at the moment. Man, scrambled eggs sounded great.
The attempt at comfort was nice.
Sam knew they weren't alone. Honest. He just couldn't help worrying anyway. There had been so many times in his life when he had arrived at just the wrong second. Riley and Rhodey. The incident with the fear demon hadn't really helped his mind and he didn't have some veterans support group here.
The idea of starting one popped into his head, but he pushed it aside to focus on the moment.
"Yeah, yeah. You're right, man." He gave Steve a sad smile in return. Whenever tyrants rose up so did people opposing them. There would always be heroes and vigilantes. It was just human nature. "I don't mean to complain, but this place can be pretty draining. Which I know you know, man." He needed sleep or like an entire pot of coffee. This place was just one giant stressor right now and it was leaving Sam feeling exhausted.
Hell, he didn't even really have the energy to prank Bucky right now. That was how much he couldn't be bothered!
"We'll figure it out as always." He hated feeling like a Debbie Downer, but it was hard to stop that steamroller once it got going. "When we win, Steve, I'm going to suggest we have a great big party. Something good needs to happen."