Bucky sighed and shut the cabinet. "They're only effective if they're where I put them," he grumbled, mostly to himself. Steve'd probably still hear him anyway, but he went back to cooking breakfast anyway. "I made pancakes," he said at a more normal volume. Steve was angry, he knew that. He was just hoping that maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Usually it was him who got to do the yelling for stupid shit.
Truth was the best way to go. "Spent the night at Kara's. You get hit with the hauntings, too?" Molly'd gotten hit with them. Fuck. And he was trying to adopt the kid, but he'd bailed. Fucked up trying to deal his own shit, but that wasn't what being a parent was all about. He winced before flipping the pancakes in the pan, grateful that his back was to Steve for the moment.
After a moment, he sighed. "Alright, let me have it."