Bucky was so mixed into his own head that he nearly ran into Steve when he stepped in front of him. He'd heard them come in, one at a time. It had taken every bit of patience in him to wait. To not corner each in there. But he knew things needed to be settled first. Even if there was no settling his nerves.
He simply stood just out of arm's reach of his husband. He searched his face. Trying to memorize it in case they both put him out of the house, and never wanted to see him again.
And he nearly broke in doing it.
He had to look away before he did, but he didn't shield any of the emotions that ran over his face. Shame. Guilt. Fear.