Steve gave a half smile at Peggy's gentle reprimand, holding Bucky's gaze a moment longer before his eyes moved to Peggy as she leaned in to kiss Bucky's forehead.

It was an undeniable real sign of affection from a woman who gave those out sparingly. Steve felt successful if he got a smile, or a touch. He didn't know if he'd ever seen Peggy so easily affectionate with anyone else before.

He'd known that they'd stayed together during the war. During the time that he wasn't there. That they had become close friends, united in their loss, but as Peggy pulled back a part of him couldn't help but wonder if there had been more.

"When's the last time you slept?" Steve asked, trying to shake those thoughts and focus in on a pale looking Bucky in front of him. Now seemed as good a time as any to address it. Especially since his mind could use a distraction from the questions that had suddenly sprouted inside of it.