He sits, easing himself into a chair in the study area with the ramrod-straight posture of a soldier. It doesn't occur to him how much he still acts like one- as far as Steve is concerned, he still is one. He settles, unconsciously listening for the sound of bombs falling, the rattle of the ceiling and flicker of lights. When he catches himself at it he coughs and looks up at Bruce.

"Well, if you're going to stay in. It's a nice place to do it." He smiles again, trying to be inviting and get the nervous man to calm down. "I could try showing you around some time. ...In Brooklyn at least. The orphanage where Bucky and I grew up is still there - they made it into a community center in the sixties, I guess."