The reactions in question are by now swallowed up behind a mask of playful banter, even here. Just like it so often was back in the war--although perhaps less often for this Steve, who knew his Bucky down to the heart, than for the one Bucky knew.

"Trashcan lids?" He gives a little laugh as he tucks the axe into his belt for now. "They better appreciate the honor you're giving 'em, Steve." The joking tone falls away for a moment, though. "They might work, if you weight them with something. That's part of the point of the shield, it's big and heavy and most guys can't handle it."