Before long, Steve would realize that she was also someone who genuinely spoke her mind, despite that ingrained southern politeness that would never leave her no matter how long she lived in the north. She could be the most polite person in the room and she would still find a way to make herself known. Her mother used to comment on it with pride for her little woman who wouldn't be pushed down by anyone or anything.

"He's just worried about you, I'm sure," she reasoned, thinking the best of Bucky because that's clearly how Steve thought of him. "If he's like a brother to you, then he wants you to have a good life, and to him that means having a woman in your life. I can't fault him for caring about you." She smirked slightly and nudged him gently with her elbow. "But I can handle myself if he gets too pushy about matters, don't you worry."

Not that she wasn't still considering the possibilities, of course. She just needed more time.