Now he does, and he doesn't know what to do with that information. Or how he feels about it. He does take the handkerchief, but he doesn't use it, just kind of staring at it. He does have one of his own, he'd remembered them a year ago, more than, but he just took Steve's automatically.

Then he knows what he wants to do. "Steve." He clutches the handkerchief in his hand, the flesh one, but the metal one comes up to grab Steve's shoulder and pull him in for a hug. A real one, like he gave Yelena, only this time he doesn't ask. He doesn't think Steve will protest too much.