“Really, Bucky? I told you to be careful.”

Loki hisses, furrowing his brows as he bandages Bucky’s arm with gentle care, making sure to rustle any of his wounds.

“You nearly lost your metal arm yesterday, and now you’re getting into fights? You’re not a soldier anymore, Buck.”

Steve huffs, joining the conversation as he pours another mug of coffee, sighing.