"This is practically a new home!" The honeymoon is well and truly over it seems. Oeznik knows better than to interfere in the morning commotion, opting instead to quietly shuffle to the kitchen to prepare breakfast without checking in on the bickering couple.

Bucky will grow to love the place. Give him a few days to join Steve on the sun room floor. For now he's still adjusting. He's still getting used to the fact that places can and will change when he's not looking and it doesn't mean he's lost a chunk of time gone off on a murder spree, and it's not a bad thing when things change for the better.

"Okay! Okay! I'm not! Sorry!" He turns away from Zemo and huffs, running his hands through his hair, keeping his head lowered in some kind of awkward brace position as though they haven't disembarked from the aircraft. He needs a few moments to breathe, gather himself, for his heart rate to drop back down and for him to address the actual situation at hand in a calmer and more composed manner.

"Are you-- otherwise okay?" Bucky asks without lifting his head or turning to look. "I mean. Does anything hurt or...?"