He tips his head at Cap as if to say See, I can behave. But it isn't really about that. It's just respect, plain and simple. His curiousity wins out at Steve's insistence he won't want to see them, and that's when he finally cracks open the book. "I'll scroll past the naughty ones," he pledges, too used to tablets and holograms to say 'flip past.' The ones of Sam actually just make him smile all over again though, satisfied that he feels no jealousy. Hating that he has to check and doublecheck himself for things like that, but at least he does it right? At least he's aware of his own compulsions.

Resting on the page of Pepper and himself for a long time, he gently traces over her hair on the page, struck by how well it captures that moment. That was right before they'd ditched Sam and Steve for a nooner, but hey. Details. His smile turns into a grin. But it quickly fades as he gets to the Bucky stuff, jawline hardening and brow set. This is still the man who killed his parents. Not of his own cogniscence, and they were shitty parents, but it still fills him with gross churny conflict in his tummy area.

The one of Bucky's arm is actually incredible to him, that Steve paid that much attention - of course he did - but he's already reverse-engineering it in his mind. Which leads to a bubbling up of empathy for Bucky to match his hatred. More conflicty feelings for sure, but the impersonal nature of this drawing is comforting to him. Familiar.

"Are you any closer?" he asks suddenly, knowing Steve will be out soon and wanting to breech the subject before he looses nerve. "To finding him."