Steve tucked up against Bucky with a warm, easy smile and that made Clark less wary all by itself. The two were clearly close and Steve was...

A stiff breeze would knock over Steve.

Clark looked at the hand for a moment and took it carefully, letting himself be pulled off the ground. Steve breathed in sharply, though, which had him looking back at the pole he'd been holding onto.

...the extremely dented pole.

But Steve just sucked in the breath and turned it into a smile.

"Yeah, I haven't gotten in trouble here yet, so Bucky hasn't had a scrap in ages."

Clark looked at them both again before finally meeting Bucky's eyes.

"Clark. Clark Kent."