Steve seemed to be the absolute KING of putting his foot in his mouth today, and he suddenly really wished Bucky would hurry the hell up with their next round. His mouth with dry, and his throat actually clicked when he tried to swallow. In the years it had taken to track down his best friend, he'd read all the things in the file Fury had given him, and more besides in what Natasha had released online. None of it was good, and sometimes it was all so much that he forgot things.
Like the Red Room.
He ached to ask if Bucky had been one of the ones to actually administer the horrible stuff, but it was all degrees of Hydra twisting anything good and only leaving torment and broken pieces in its wake. What was one more sin in an ocean not of his best friend's making. And now they would be living together. No wonder Yelena had seemed to have a chip on her shoulder the size of the Chrysler building. "Ah," was the only thing he could stupidly say. "Well, that certainly makes this apartment arrangement a little complicated. Are you going to be comfortable staying with... us? I don't think either of us want you to be somewhere you don't feel safe and happy."