Inflicting violence on others seemed legitimate throughout his life as he could remember it, and while the innocence of the past backyard brawling was nothing compared to what he had done as his life as the Winter Soldier, it was a trend that caused a shiver to run down his spine. He was living a life where he was deployed to tip the scale of combat. "I remember some of them," he agreed softly, trying to force his lips up but finding the expression hollow even to himself. "Do you like being punched?"

His eyes dropped, staring at nothing in particular as he simply allowed his hands to slip from Steve's face to slide down that broad muscled chest. Part of him remembered something much more different, the poke of ribs here and there rather than the rise and fall of hard muscle. Heat radiated from Steve, but there was also a tension of restraint, which caused his eyes to flick up and study the blond for a long moment.

"What is it?"