“Is dinner going to be that big dog we’re hunting down because that will be a hard pass,” Steve says because making light of a situation when Bucky looks about ready to vacate the apartment by jumping through the ceiling is the only thing Steve can think of doing. “It might take me awhile to sharpen my stick and sew a grass skirt, Bec. How about I just come over tonight after work and we can talk?”

He’s all for letting animal control do their thing, but he’s gotta admit, if everyone is talking about this massive dog, he’s pretty curious to see it himself.

Maybe it’s Sirius Black? Maybe Bucky really is Harry Potter and his long thought dead godfather has returned to help him fight the dark wizards? Steve looks thoughtfully at Bucky and then reaches out to touch his knee.

“Yeah, I don’t want to see you in a skirt Steve.”

“Hater,” Steve replies smoothly. “See you around 8?”

“Okay. Yeah. Thanks Steve.”

Steve makes extra sure that the phone is hung up before he looks and Bucky’s face again. “You okay?”