He shrugs, keeping his gaze on the pot as he stirs it.

"You thought I was trying to hurt you." He says it as if this would be a natural assumption; as though of course someone would believe that of him. "It's okay."

He sets the two bowls on the top shelf while the meal finishes heating and reaches for a glass, then a pitcher. Bucky pours her a glass of water and sets it on the table in front of her.