The remark comes something as a surprise, Bucky not having expected to be chastised for holding the peach with his mouth. Though it stings a bit to feel so judged by someone he trust for it despite his physical circumstances, he only raises his brows in confusion before looking back down to the peach for a moment and taking another bite, smaller this time.

“Can’t help that I only got one arm, Agent,” he replies with a sigh through his nose after a few moments of thoughtful chewing. “I don’t make a habit of using my half eaten food to make food for someone else though, if you’re really so concerned. I was planning on finishing this one over the next few minutes anyway.”