[He nods. Not exactly like Bucky's, then - but Bucky's had some version of the serum, and nobody was interested in making him comfortable.]

I just - you saw my shield? [He was carrying it, the first time they met, and he handled it like it weighed no more than something made of lightweight metal.] It's heavy, about fifty pounds, but it'll protect you from nearly anything.

There aren't a lot of people who can use something like that. I told Bucky to take it, if he needed it, but... [He's not sure he will.] If you ever think it would be useful, just ask. It's a good weapon, offensive or defensive. In a pinch.

[And there's no way he can handle it now, at least, not like he used to. Defense, maybe. But he can barely lift it with two arms.]