That's because you grew up in an era where an ankle made you blow your load.

[He was smiling as he flipped over another sandwich, putting the cooked one on a plate and getting the bowls out.]

Good timing. You can pour the soup since I suck at doing it without sticking a finger in.

[Quiet for a moment, then he cocked his head towards the wall that Bucky would come around when he came in.]

I'm glad you're back. I missed you.