He really didn't want to roll his eyes again, so he gave her an unimpressed look. Did she talk to Steve like that? He was pretty sure that if she did, he'd be blushing and a bumbling mess. They could take the scrawny, sick kid away, but they couldn't take away the inexperience and lack of personal confidence.

Luckily for Bucky, he had some of it left. Just a little drop of it. His own insecurities were easy to push down in the face of someone trying to purposefully get a rise out of him.

He drawled, "Hot."

He watched her, keeping his gaze on her eyes, having a little gut feeling that she was trying to get him to fall into a trap. Natasha was an attractive woman who he would've easily have tried to court seven decades ago, but he knew better. This was all just a game.

He purposefully—and gentle enough not to do any serious damage to her, aware of his own strength—elbowed her arm. "Oops. Sorry, I just couldn't help myself."