[Bucky barks out a laugh, aware that he's being watched, and trying to fight past the instinct to just... lash out. Or laugh even more, because this is kind of fucking hilarious, some universe where they're friends.

They've never had anyone who cares about them, including each other.]

If you can't tell the difference between Scott and Scott, I can't help you, pal. [Not that he knows what the other Scott is supposed to be like, but he can make an educated guess, and he knows he was one of the kids the other guy was working with.

He claps a hand to Steve's shoulder briefly, trying not to make it an actual forceful slap.]

We'll be fine. Believe me, this could be a whole lot worse.

[And then he scampers down the stairs, glancing back at him with a look that's either playful or challenging. Maybe both, with a little bit of a skew towards the wrong one.]