"The couch would have been fine, Steve." His memory was still spotty but he knew enough that they were poor looking after the poor. They made the best of life in their time. Sleeping on the floor or taking a few random pillows were better than sleeping in the mud for two hour intervals (if you could get that) in the war.
Or a yearly long slumber in a frozen ice chamber.
Bucky merely gave a low hum in response about the showers. When they had the bedroom stuff situated he glanced outside the window, glad to actually have one. "Well, you know me. I'm really worried about my...upkeep." So said the man who couldn't say when he last had a haircut or a shave.