"Maybe not perfect, but you're getting fairly close. You're like... eighty-seven percent perfect," he said thoughtfully as feathers still drifted through the air around them. He would put the number higher, but he had a feeling that Steve would contest anything that happened to be in the nineties. Besides, he knew the truth regardless, and Steve would eventually accept it or their battling would continue for the sake of battling, which was always exciting.

He waved a hand in the air to prevent a drifting feather from trying to land on his nose and blew air at it so it flew over to Steve. He nodded his head and suddenly surged forward to tackle Steve over, the air generated from his motions sending feathers all over the place despite the fact that they hadn't been very far apart in the first place, not with Steve reaching for him. "Let's not talk about HYDRA in bed. We can make that a house rule like no sex in the pillow fort, alright?"