He caught a glimpse of motion, a slight shimmer under a light, a figure in the shadows with a knit cap pulled low on his head, darting across the street. Though he was far away, it was obviously Clint--no one else could have hit Steve with such accuracy from that distance

DUDE

I YELLED "BUCKY!" AND SCARED MY CATS

That was so sweet! without being at all soppy. I love Steve being stroppy and defending Bucky and the chorus girls and being sexually experienced in the first half, and the second half has this great kind of magic-in-New-York classic b&w film quality to it, it's hard to explain. Tony and Clint and Sam are great, too.