Steve groaned this time, dropping an arm over his eyes to prevent himself from breaking out into hysterical laughter. Knives as an euphemism for morning wood. Except Bucky as he was right now was too blunt for euphemisms. "No Bucky, I'm fine, this is normal, and I don't keep knives in bed." Between the two of them Bucky was the one most likely to keep a knife or a gun underneath the pillows, while Steve settled for just keeping his shield close, usually behind the headboard or underneath the bed. At least Bucky isn't pressing so completely on his erection any more. And if they continue this line of thought, it might just go away completely on its own.

That sounded promising. Maybe Bucky would be up to eating in the communal kitchens in the tower the rest of the Avengers usually shared. That would be the likely location of ingredients he could use to make brunch. And once he started cooking, it was likely the rest of his friends would start appearing on their own if they weren't there already. "Did you think I was going to leave you to fend for food by yourself? Of course, you're going to have to let me up at some point to make the food."