Amusement on his face, Bucky raised a brow. "Off somewhere trying to bait someone into giving you a pounding," he teased. The look waivered a moment, though, because Bucky half-wondered where Steve actually would be if not for him. Likely in the ground due to old age after a full life. The point of no return hadn't been when he became Captain America but when he'd found Bucky in that HYDRA facility. What would have happened if he'd never been found or had simply died like so many of his other brothers on the battlefield?
That was a thought for another time, he was finishing up the sandwiches when he glanced up to listen to what Steve was saying. Studying his face, Bucky noticed that he looked tired. Not in the obvious way that most people would be, but it was a look he recognized and had seen more than once given recent events back home. Well, recent for Bucky since he'd missed out on five years, not as much for Steve.
"Rebuilding takes time, always does, but because of the different types of people here, we might have it better than after events at home." Sokovia, New York, Germany... DC. "But you're right. It sometimes seems like we can't escape it no matter what we do."
Bucky slid a plate and sandwich over to him and thought about what Steve was saying. He'd been fighting or hiding for so long that he wasn't sure what it would feel like to stop. The closest he'd ever felt to stopping had been here - just not recently.
"It's not always like this," he remarked. "I've shown up here twice, and this was the worst it's been. I know they had some rough patches during the months I was gone, but this is the worst it's been since I've been back. It does slow down eventually."