[Steve would be lying if he tried to claim that he didn’t feel the same about skipping the party. He was trying to consider how mad Natasha and Clint would be, if he offered up the information of spending the night with Bucky if it would buy him forgiveness.

The sweetness of the kiss makes his knees weak and he rests his hands on Bucky’s shoulders, returning it.

Jesus, Steve, get your shit together. You are a responsible adult.]

We can skip the party - I know my friends will understand. Or - if it gets too much, I’ll stay close and you can just tap my shoulder and I’ll make an excuse to get us out of there and we can come back and enjoy the company of just us. And Yasha. And the maybe two trick-or-treaters that will come around.

[Bucky being comfortable is Steve’s primary concern here. Recovery is important, getting Bucky back out into the world, but not if the attempt is going to set him running and afraid to try again.

… Also getting Bucky to spend the night, even if all they do is enjoy the intimacy of sharing sleeping space their usual intense kissing.]