Bucky grew up with Steve, so he's used to Steve getting hurt over nothing. But this - this is ridiculous.
"Steve?" He demands lowly. "What. The. Fuck."
Steve grins sheepishly. Bucky hates that the smile makes him fee guilty. Seriously. "Uh... I had good reason this time!" He says, and Bucky feels like curling into a ball and sighing, there on the floor, for the rest of eternity.
"What could possibly be a good reason to get... that?"
Steve is suddenly shy. Bucky resists rolling his eyes. Whatever Steve did this time, it must be a doozy. "Um, I, uh, I overheard these two girls taking about... us."
"Us?" Bucky asks, because he's honestly confused. What was there to talk about two punk kids from Brooklyn?
"Yeah... called us queer and fairies and said you was usin' me. When I told 'em to tell that to my face, they started yellin' and their boys came out and roughed me up some. I-"
"Queer?" Bucky whispers. Steve nods.
Bucky keeps his distance from there on out.