Bucky smiled at her, still thin, but closer to something that didn't look carved falsely onto his face. "Yeah. You knew that already. You seen my shelves," he said dryly. He ducked his head, passively letting her muss his hair and open his shirt. He grimaced a little at the lipstick on Steve's jaw, finally really putting it together. This was public, and awkward. Natasha had saved their asses, but it was ... Bucky didn't know what it was. He knew Steve would hate it, though.
And shit. Peggy. She was smart enough that she was going to know at least part of what happened, and good enough that she wouldn't hold it against Steve. But still wasn't fair to her. Even when Bucky tried to stay out of the way, he couldn't stay clear.
Fucking redhair- "Tiberius," Bucky blurted, name finally coming back. It brought an odd expression of relief with it. Just remembering something that stupid and small helped. Least he had a name to know who he wished he could hit. He wondered if making a pencil dick joke would help or hurt anything, but Bucky figured better not to. He was at that time after a break where his brain was too tired and things started to seem funny or like they made sense when they didn't. "Sorry ... forgot his name, before," he tried to explain, just so he looked a little less nuts. Late for that one, though.
Bucky went along with Natasha. He couldn't manage happy or playful yet - but lazily self satisfied and heavy-eyed came easy enough, following Natasha out of the car, hand on her hip and standing close behind her as Steve opened up the door.
He'd never been in Natasha's place. Once the door was shut behind them, the lazy expression faded out to something awkward and out of place as Bucky looked around.