[You know, if Steve was holding something like a mug of coffee, it would be all over the floor by now.]
[But thank goodness he's not because what is he looking at/hearing right now, dear lord in heaven. He stands at the center of the hallway, eyes wide, mouth open, and hand frozen on the door he was just about to close.]
[There's no way--They wouldn't--But. Bucky in Stark's room? Positions?? He doesn't know whether to feel shocked or angry or confused or betrayed or all of the above. It takes him a moment to find his voice and when he does, he takes a hesitant step toward them.] What's--going on?