"No. You're an expert at going out and doing something stupid. I remember that." Even if he didn't the movies made for great reminders. Steve liked to go out and do incredibly stupid things. He would claim he did it for the right reasons but that didn't make his actions any less stupid. It was just Bucky's job to remind him that he'd done something incredibly stupid. It was likely that wouldn't change anything. When the need arose Steve would still risk his life but Bucky would be there to make sure he didn't take it too far or to give him hell afterwards. He supposed it was Sam's job now too and Bucky was glad to have someone else in this. Complaining about Steve's poor decisions was a pretty big job.
Bucky's room was lived in. It hadn't started out that way. Nothing was easy, after all, but Bucky had been in Storybrooke for a little over a year. He had friends who sort of encouraged him to figure out what he liked. What he was into. Disappearances were set backs, of course, but they weren't the crippling blows they had been in the beginning. With his support system his room gradually became his own space. He had things. He couldn't remember actually having things. Owning things. Everything he had for what felt like the longest time belonged to Hydra. He assumed the last time he really owned anything was before the war. It was nice to own things again. It had taken time to get used to it but he'd had that. One day Steve would too. All it took was a support system willing to be there for you and time.
"We had bunk beds and Grant and we couldn't decide who got the top." He laughed at the memory. "Neither of us wanted to hurt the other's feelings. We were going to spar and see who won but we didn't want to accidentally hurt each other either so we alternated. Of course, I'm a jerk so I'd lift my legs and push up on the mattress with him when he fell asleep sometimes. When I wasn't being mean to Grant we'd occasionally both fall asleep in the bottom bunk. We spent a lot of time in blanket forts too." He settled next to Steve and picked up the remote so he could start going through movies. "You should've. It's kind of fun. I wouldn't worry about you not fitting in a bunk bed. You don't fit in normal beds." He teased.
"What's wrong with vampires? Does it have something to do with the ones that sparkle?" He hadn't seen any of those movies but he'd heard enough about them. "So. No to Titanic. No to new comedies. No to vampires. No to war movies. No to movies about us or people we know. What about a kid's movie? We don't have to watch Netflix. I have Disney movies around here somewhere that we can watch if you'd prefer that. Or we can watch Star Wars? Did your list come with you because that would've been helpful. Especially when I asked you to watch movies with me."