"Drunk you is a massive idiot," Steve said quietly, not sure if he should hold onto what Bucky said or not. He figured that Not was the best phrase and so he exhaled slowly and lightly patted Bucky's chest with his hand. "I'm going to forget you said that and act surprised when Sober Bucky tells me he loves me, deal?" He did wrap an arm around his waist and hug Bucky thought. Tightly. His head rested on his shoulder.

Thor and Loren seemed to be at odds, now, but Steve hoped that a little Christmas magic would happen. Especially when Loren's boyfriend got here. Whenever they would be.

It turned out that the hum of a motorcycle pulling into the alley ten minutes later, just after Thor angrily mashed the peas and the corn along with the potatoes to get out his frustration, would signal the arrival of a certain someone not yet cleared by his doctor to ride his motorcycle. Or drive his car. But Tony wasn't going to be waiting around for a Lyft or an Uber. On Christmas. Nat arrived with one of Thor's cards stuck to her cheek to tell them they someone was intercomning her apartment.

"Do we know a... Hic! A Tony?"