"We can put the couch cushions on the floor, like when we were kids," he teases, trying as best he can to lighten the moment. He knows Steve; if Steve feels like he's a burden, he won't come, not unless Bucky drags him and maybe not even then.

"It'll be fun. All you've gotta do is shine my shoes, maybe take out the trash once in a while."

As Steve half-turns, searching his pockets, Bucky kicks aside the brick by the railing and picks up the spare key, then holds it out to him.

"Come on," he says, quietly. "What d'ya say?"