Easily, he answered, "He's really possessive about them." Or he was simply possessive about them with Bucky. Everything Sam did was in good humour. If he didn't trust Bucky, Bucky knew he wouldn't be left alone in his family home.
Scratching at the side of his neck, Bucky wondered for a brief, almost painful moment, what he was meant to do. Without Sam here to break up any of the awkwardness he felt, he had to rely on himself to slip back into being James Barnes. It turned out that it was a lot harder to slide his feet back into his old, very worn shoes after seven decades of not wearing them.
"You can put your bag in here," he said, easily walking from the kitchen to the living room. Maybe playing host would be a lot easier than trying to think of conversation topics that suggested he had a social relationship with Natasha. His duffle bag sat neatly beside the arm of the couch; two pillows that were clearly used for sleeping were piled against the arm.
Stepping back to the doorframe, he crossed his arms against his chest and glanced around with a slight furrow to his brow, as if in search of something. Perhaps Sam left a post-it note that said If Natasha arrives early, DO THESE STEPS.
"I'm not too sure what Sam had planned for you. The tour I got was kitchen, couch, bathroom—and I'm pretty sure he'd skin me and throw me into the water if I stole his tour guide thunder."
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Scratching at the side of his neck, Bucky wondered for a brief, almost painful moment, what he was meant to do. Without Sam here to break up any of the awkwardness he felt, he had to rely on himself to slip back into being James Barnes. It turned out that it was a lot harder to slide his feet back into his old, very worn shoes after seven decades of not wearing them.
"You can put your bag in here," he said, easily walking from the kitchen to the living room. Maybe playing host would be a lot easier than trying to think of conversation topics that suggested he had a social relationship with Natasha. His duffle bag sat neatly beside the arm of the couch; two pillows that were clearly used for sleeping were piled against the arm.
Stepping back to the doorframe, he crossed his arms against his chest and glanced around with a slight furrow to his brow, as if in search of something. Perhaps Sam left a post-it note that said If Natasha arrives early, DO THESE STEPS.
"I'm not too sure what Sam had planned for you. The tour I got was kitchen, couch, bathroom—and I'm pretty sure he'd skin me and throw me into the water if I stole his tour guide thunder."