Up shoots Steve’s eyebrows. “Excuse you? Five minutes back in my life and you’re already assuming that my walls are full of mold?! Maybe I like the mold! Maybe I’ve joined a campaign to ensure that all mold, everywhere, gets a good place to live too. Jeez, don’t be a species-ist, Buck.” He's shifted his hands from pockets to hips, ready to tell off anyone that comes his way. Bucky had better watch himself.

Truthfully, Steve likes his little closet. It fits a twin mattress perfectly and his filing cabinet sits right outside with a rolling clothing rack he can hang his stuff on. His roommates are pretty good too. Natasha is never home because of her practice schedule and Clint... uh. Actually Steve has no idea what Clint does but he keeps arrows under his bed and that’s good enough to indicate to Steve that he isn’t up for a lot of conversation. Not even when he comes home all bruised and cut up and then hides out in his room eating pizza for a week. Really weird guy.

“I don’t want to have another block brawl with you because I’ve gotten loads tougher from the last time you saw me. I can take you down in two seconds, Barnes.” That might just be because Bucky let him but Steve has always talked a big game for a guy his size.

He’s already making mental notes not to let Bucky see his apartment though. He’ll flip out.