He makes a face at her, it's playful, but one of annoyance. "You're telling me that me, the guy who spent years asleep in a fucking cryochamber is the one that has to be patient?" he asks pouting at her playfully.

He's not really upset, hell, Steve had been frozen asleep way longer then he had all things considered as well. His hand goes up to run through heir hair gently, taking in the feeling of how soft it was as well. God, everything about her was soft, and perfect.

His face falls a little bit as he thinks about Steve, hellicarrier memories slowly coming back as he thought about Steve being beat up in alleys behind bars. "He stopped fighting me, in DC you know that right? Just... stopped."