"Stark sure doesn't scrimp," Steve chuckled - though he hadn't imagined the man would. He turned, opening the door and starting to say, "Good news, Buck, you've got a - " when he saw that his friend was now standing, staring at them, and he looked pretty far from happy. "Bucky?"

Steve was dense, sometimes - but he wasn't that dense. He glanced down at the hand that was holding Sam's, then up at Bucky. "Look... okay, apparently I am really bad at explaining things, but... " He looked imploringly at Bucky, as if to say, Please be okay with this?