There's a complicated knot of feelings at the instant assurance-- relief, guilt, a little disbelief, a kind of desperate hope for something he doesn't want to put a name to right now-- but his shoulders do unwind a little. "You, uh. Might be. Everybody kinda went their own way after your last mission went all sideways. Sam went back to his family in Louisiana, and I." He swallows once. "I've got an apartment in Brooklyn. Either one of us'll put you up, no problem."

Though that will mean showing Steve his terrible little apartment, won't it. The completely unused bed. Maybe Steve can use it.

Bucky picks himself up. "There should be some clothes still inside. Though they might all be Tony's. C'mon." He's got a key to the place, most of them do in case they need somewhere to hide out for a few days, so he heads to the door and lets them both in. He is, in fact, pretty sure he's got a couple changes of clothes here for that very purpose.