[ Her response is so reminiscent of Steve when he was small and plenty proud that Bucky sort of smiles back at her, wry and fond and overly nostalgic. ]

You don't have to worry about me.

[ But he accepts the half she's offering him. ]

'Sides, if it weren't me here it'd be you. We should have a little friendly competition sometime.

[ Sharpshooters unite. ]