[ For a moment, the question nearly felt like concern but he quickly brushed such thoughts aside. Why would some strange fella care what he did or didn't do for that matter? They meant next to nothing to each other and once the man healed up he would be along his way. Preferably, before Bucky arrived home and started asking questions.

He could try and use the ploy of bringing a fella home but Bucky would quickly see through it. When did he EVER have someone willing to come home with him anyway?

When they arrived at the door, he fished out his key but still needed to use some force to get the door opened and then just as much to shut it behind him. Their apartment kept falling apart all around them. ]

Only the ones with nice smiles. [ Steve finally responded with, wandering into the bathroom to grab for some first aid supplies. ] Sit down so I can get a look at your head. You lemme know if anythin' stings, alright? [ Not that he'd stop his cleaning of the wound but still yet. ]

You got yourself a name, fella? Or should I just make somethin' up?