Steph laughs with him, just as hard. An observer would see the similarities in a second, the shape of her mouth in a wide smile, the crinkle of her nose, eyes narrowed until she can barely see. Her hand comes up almost the moment his does, a loose cup to cover her mouth in a slightly more ladylike gesture. Giggles subside with her lips pressed together, fingertips against her chin as she nods. Some things would have to be different. Bucky hasn't punched her since they were little, little kids, when she was really asking for it and their parents weren't around to tell them to act like a gentleman and a lady.

Steph's punched him a few times since, but a gentleman he remained. To Steph, it's insulting more than anything, the way even her best friend refused to see them as equal.

"Oh, he still is," Steph replies about Bucky and his wiseguy status, grinning as she lifts her glass to his. There's a pause, a flicker in her eyes as she focuses on him again. Always was. Liked to. Past tense. Steph opens her mouth to question that.

Before all her attention goes to reacting carefully, controlled regarding Agent Carter.

"...of course not," she assures him after a moment, smiling. "I'm... not sure what to tell you, though. If you've got her and she's an agent, that's... well, she makes an impression, doesn't she?"

But what sort, for a captain named Steve?