He thinks that other people have backed away from this man when he comes at them like this. If they get the chance. Steve, however, loses the tension in his shoulders, the anger. He relaxes, to have Bucky so close, despite everything. This is a man he slept beside on the cold, hard ground. They propped themselves back-to-back when it rained. Made jokes about frostbite in the cold, when they couldn't have fires because they were too close or in some cases behind enemy lines.

He remembers Bucky dumping half his rations onto Steve's plate because of his amped up metabolism, because even after the serum, Bucky still looked out for him.

Steve knows with perfect serenity that Bucky won't try to kill him with the knife. There's a gash in his shoulder that backs up the claim his heart makes.

"Go to the exhibit. I'm asking you, as a friend."