“That was back when we were young and life hadn’t changed,” Steve says, not sharply, but to remind Bucky that he shouldn’t be making decisions. His last few hadn’t ended too well. Steve might find the idea of moving into Bucky’s small two bedroom down the street appealing, but the guy needs to think about it, really think. Not just offer because he thinks he owes it to Steve.

The blond’s face almost flattens. He’s not angry, all right he is, but liquid blue fire seems to erupt on his face as he drops onto the couch too. It’s caving in at the center so he needs to keep his distance or he’ll fall right into Bucky’s lap.

“You’re going to ask me to stay with you. And two weeks from now you’re going to wish you never had because I’ll clean everything the way you hate it and out things away so you can’t find it and I’ll steal your girlfriend.”

Penny is such a doll, especially because she’s so protective over Bucky.

“So don’t make this a big deal, Buck. I like where I am. I have my space. I’m living where I want to live. My roommates are fine. Just eat your pizza.”