Climb the walls, renovate the walls, fight the walls... Sam had had a toaster once that took exactly one and a half goes to make the perfect piece of toast, and never mind the Red Skull, he'd been pretty sure that thing had been Steve's nemesis for the couple of months he'd been crashing over when he was between places and off-again with Sharon. There was nothing quite like seeing his serious Captain America face as he stared down a kitchen appliance first thing in the morning, which might have been the sole reason he hadn't gotten around to getting one with better control until Steve had moved back out again. Seemed a lot safer to let him get his indignation out a bit over breakfast than carry it all out into the street. Plus, it was really funny.
"Found somewhere last night, yeah." It had been pretty crappy, but then most of them seemed about the same. No real utilities, lots of dust, hit and miss on furniture. "Might end up somewhere different though. Not sure how far in I want to go. Redwing's used to New York, but he likes the wilderness better than suburbs and towns like this."
It was true, but it was also partly an excuse; he didn't centre his whole life around his bird. It was just... weird, seeing the others around. He was pretty sure they were all in the middle of something big and emotional, the kind of thing where he wasn't sure if it was more awkward to try to piece it together himself or to just ask - or if he even really wanted the answer when he was still reeling a little from everything that had happened to him lately.