"Let me guess," Sam drawls, watching Bucky move about the kitchen as if he lives here. As if he's been here a hundred times. It's unsettling, he reminds himself. not comforting. "You're gonna suggest sex."

He rolls his eyes a bit. It would take all the edge of, granted. But Sam is already exhausted and over sensitive as is. He just can't do another 10 hours just because Tony is a no show.

"It's not a big deal anyway. Plenty people are late. Plenty people get stood up."