[Yes, well, if he can't fall apart at Bucky... no, never mind, he's always allowed that. And Bucky's by his side, one hand between Steve's shoulder blades as back when they were trying anything to ease the asthma attacks - only for a moment, and then he pulls it away, sheepishly. But doesn't step away.]

Uh... yeah. Kind of didn't like the idea of the alternative.

[Shows a spot of green at the back of his palm.]

Help paint buildings.

[Nostalgia compounded on trying to make up for all the destruction they've seen? Check.]