"They'd just put new teeth in me anyway. Can't have me gumming my food - ruin the press photos," Bucky said blithely. He shrugged. Toothless wasn't a good look for him. He might not be Natasha or Thor - too damaged to be marketed just on pretty. But they still wanted him to look decent, and he gave good photo, usually. "I like it the way it is. Makes me laugh."
He cocked his head and then smiled. "You're the guy meant to be keeping tabs on us, Wilson - shouldn't you be the smart one?" Bucky teased. "But we could get you some curtains. Put some pictures of rocks and hammers on them. So you feel at home."
Bucky hesitated, not sure if he'd fallen on a topic he shouldn't, but shrugged. "Those too. Your whites always look fine though. Sniffing burlap wouldn't get me that far. Migraines, maybe." Which he already got, on and off, but not so much lately.