Steve: C’mon Buck, Sam says a dog will make you feel better.
Bucky: I don’t care, I don’t want a dog.
Steve: Buck your hurting her feelings.
Bucky: Really, you think she can really understand what we are talking about, for all she know we could be talking about guns and shit.
Steve: Just smile.
Bucky: *crosses his arms* No.
Steve: Fine, grumpy Bucky, be that way. *takes photo*