[ He rolls his eyes in return, but she can see him biting back another smile. ]

Oh, great. So you just keep me around because my total ineptitude makes you feel better.

[ Bucky hasn't been good at humour or playfulness lately (beyond the occasional petty mockery between him and Sam), but Daisy makes it easier; makes it feel like she's excavating a long-forgotten side of him, stoking it back to life. Which is why what comes next is so lightheartedly, childishly silly. He really should be more careful about staying still and resting and not risking jostling the gauze on his abdomen, but he wriggles his right hand anyway and pokes her gently in the ribs, a jabbing tickle in revenge. ]

She is so cruel to feeble senior citizens who can't control what they say.