Steve huffs out a laugh. "Then I think I'll leave it to you to give her the tour, pal," he says. "Since I've already seen it. I'll be back in the morning before heading in to the Center, like we talked about."

Bucky holds Steve's steady blue gaze for a moment or two, trying to make sure he means it, that he doesn't feel overlooked or pushed out or anything else, and is reassured by what he sees there. He smiles, a little. "Okay. Don't do anything stupid, Rogers."

"How can I?" he returns, call and response. Steve looks pointedly at him. "You either. I mean it."