Valentine's Day had been something else. Bucky could count on his one hand how many times in his whole life he'd let himself lose control like that. If he hadn't been able to confess his feelings to Steve before then, that would have made a very interesting conversation for the two of them to have afterwards.
Bucky finished sorting the clothes in the washing machine and let the lid slam down with a hard thunk. He twirled on his heel and hopped up to sit on top of it. "Good time is an understatement. I have a higher standard for sex now. And I'm so in love, I sicken myself."
With a grin, he started to swing his legs a little. "Looks like you had a good day too," Bucky lifted a finger to her pouty lip. Someone was having a good memory right now. He had to smirk. "You heard what happened in the kitchen." Not a question. A blatant fact. "How weirded out was Tony about it?" Because Steve had been distraught which oddly had amused him.
Maybe he should have been jealous. If it had happened before Iowa, he would have been.
Bucky ignored the bird completely. It wasn't like that was the weirdest thing to happen to him lately. "New things? Well, now you have to tell me what."