"What?" Bucky stared at him. "No, Christ, that's not what I... How the hell did I even get into this conversation?"

He had only himself to blame, and he knew it. He rubbed at the bridge of his nose, pained from more than just the concussion. "I'm just saying, usually it's a fella and a fairy, seems like. Which obviously, neither of you are. So I can't figure out how it works, but it's none of my business, like I said."