"Can it, Barnes. I could be romantic." Which is a lie but one that Steve will defend. From what he's seen of the new era, 'sexy' is just a lot of hip movement. Not all that complicated if he applied himself. If Bucky deserves it, of course. Big 'If'.

At the point, Steve starts walking forward and after a second or so can see a gash he'd hacked into a tree trunk. He can also see why he isn't able to find the others as clearly as the cut looks to be filled with a sort of sap. Like a bleeding wound.

"At least we're on the right track," he muses. Peering at the ooze, Steve sniffs and makes a baffled face.

"Do you think it's like syrup? Smells sort of like olive oil..."