There's work in the kitchen; it's the simple act of washing dishes but that doesn't matter because it's still something he can do with his hands, something solid and real and with a definite end goal. He doesn't even think about the action of reaching for Steve's dish to soap it down and place it in the drying rack. Maybe that says something but if so, he's not looking too closely at it.
He's also not looking too closely at the fact that he'd turned his back on Steve and known that an attack wouldn't come. It hadn't even taken a thought; he'd spared no time to the consideration of Steve's size and strength against his own. He'd simply known it was safe to show his back to the smaller man.
But still, it doesn't mean anything.
"You can stay tonight," he replies, brushing off the issues of trust and memory. "The morning will be better for figuring out what to do with you."
And for figuring out what to do in general. Bucky's not even sure what his own next step would have been, surprise visitor or not. He really is living as a transient and while that certainly does offer the flexibility of being able to move on easily and remain anonymous, it also means he still feels a little unmoored.
Steve huffs, but at least Bucky isn't fighting him right now. He'll make more headway in the morning, though, because if Bucky thinks Steve is going to give up after he gets some rest, he's got another thing coming.
"You mean for figuring out where we're going next?" His pack is on the floor where he'd left it. He has more supplies back in the hotel room he'd left this morning, but if they can't go back, then he'll make do. He's not leaving Bucky to get them. They're just things.
Watching Bucky be so domestic in the kitchen feels weird, if only because it's so familiar that it makes Steve's chest ache. Sure, Bucky looks a little different now, but he's still Bucky under all of that. It's as plain as day to Steve.
Steve can huff all he wants. Bucky isn't buying it, isn't impressed by it, and fully intends to continue with his plans to return Steve to wherever he was before this, and to continue on his own way. In the morning, when the weather is more suited to it. Already he can feel that the temperature has dropped with the coming of the night, and he's considering building up the fire even more. He's perfectly fine, but Steve is all of what, a hundred pounds? He'll catch a chill.
He's not sure why he cares.
Finishing with the dishes he turns his back to the sink, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms as he considers Steve and Steve's question. The cabin's simple layout does include a small bedroom; its linen closet had been well stocked with wool blankets. It's the logical choice.
"The bedroom," he replies; he'll be perfectly comfortable on the couch himself. "You should take a hot shower first. You still look half frozen."
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He's also not looking too closely at the fact that he'd turned his back on Steve and known that an attack wouldn't come. It hadn't even taken a thought; he'd spared no time to the consideration of Steve's size and strength against his own. He'd simply known it was safe to show his back to the smaller man.
But still, it doesn't mean anything.
"You can stay tonight," he replies, brushing off the issues of trust and memory. "The morning will be better for figuring out what to do with you."
And for figuring out what to do in general. Bucky's not even sure what his own next step would have been, surprise visitor or not. He really is living as a transient and while that certainly does offer the flexibility of being able to move on easily and remain anonymous, it also means he still feels a little unmoored.
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"You mean for figuring out where we're going next?" His pack is on the floor where he'd left it. He has more supplies back in the hotel room he'd left this morning, but if they can't go back, then he'll make do. He's not leaving Bucky to get them. They're just things.
Watching Bucky be so domestic in the kitchen feels weird, if only because it's so familiar that it makes Steve's chest ache. Sure, Bucky looks a little different now, but he's still Bucky under all of that. It's as plain as day to Steve.
"Where can I sleep?"
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He's not sure why he cares.
Finishing with the dishes he turns his back to the sink, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms as he considers Steve and Steve's question. The cabin's simple layout does include a small bedroom; its linen closet had been well stocked with wool blankets. It's the logical choice.
"The bedroom," he replies; he'll be perfectly comfortable on the couch himself. "You should take a hot shower first. You still look half frozen."