Distracted was an excellent way of describing Steve as well. Bucky nodded, the memory of his boyfriend meandering into their room with that absolute wrecked look on his face. He grinned a bit wider. Things had really gone downhill really fast. Bucky had loved every damn minute of it.
But he had been worried afterward, once the haze of lust and the high of sex had worn away. How had Tony felt? Or Pepper? The hotel had taken control of them, reducing them to their baser instincts. Whether they wanted it or not, they’d been made to give into them. Luckily for Bucky, he’d already had those feelings. He’d just needed the push to act on them. But he was glad to hear that at least there would be no hard feelings about what had happened. “Open or not, I wouldn’t want to cause any problems. If it helps any, Steve was a guilty goose about all of it.”
The second bird that came in did finally turn Bucky’s attention toward them. He raised an eyebrow. “Is that normal?” Because now there were three and they were making a lot of noise. Bucky had to even raise his voice. “Where did they even come from?” He pushed himself off the washer and went over to the doorway. Another bird nearly took his head off as it zoomed inside.