Steve chuckled and set the plates aside on the counter before settling beside Bucky. His arms crossed, a grin still on his face, Steve nodded. "Always looking out for me. Can't imagine where I'd be if you weren't." Placing a hand on Bucky's shoulder, metal instead of skin, Steve didn't flinch. He didn't waiver or even have a moment of recoil. Instead, he gave it a careful squeeze before once more crossing his arms.
Giving the sandwich construction a casual glance, the smile soon faded and Steve sighed. It was a heavy one wracked with the immense guilt that Steve Rogers - Captain America - carried with him far too often when it came to situations such as this.
"I don't even know where we can all begin. People are trying their best to get things moving. It's hard to take in, though. I can't help but think about places like Sokovia that were completely destroyed because of stuff like this."
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Steve looked almost crestfallen. A look not many people got to see with him, but Bucky was different. He would understand.
"It's a lot but it's what I do, right? Go from one battle to the next. Keep the faith alive." It was just getting much harder lately.