"I'm painting New York for myself." Steve carefully put Clint's arm over his shoulder and got up. He felt Clint's weight more than he should but that was something this place did, made you weak. Steve ignored it. "Gotta hold on to the good memories when you're at war."
World War Two had been ugly, even for him, maybe even more because he walked into Hydra and all the horrors they committed. Thinking of home and drawing pictures of it along with Bucky at his side kept him going through the worst of it.
"And call me crazy but this place feels a lot like a war." It actually made him think of a concentration camp which was not a good though. He had liberated a few of those and it was the worst of humanity he had ever seen.