He always felt guilty that every time there was a gathering, Bucky attended them as something to be endured instead of something to be enjoyed. It as obvious with Bucky sitting in a corner with a blank expression on his face, like it was one one of those very boring debriefings with the higher ups when they'd been in the army instead of it being relaxed gathering of friends. It hurt to see Bucky tolerating it all for his sake instead of having fun in it as he would have a long time ago.

"Thank you." He offered a smile to Bucky in thanks as the groceries was taken out of his grasp, freeing him to open the door. Shoes were kicked off at the door and the shield set down to lean against a wall and he took back the groceries to put them in the fridge, blinking in surprise at the lack of rotten food. He then took in the lack of dust on the counters and shook his head. One of his friends (Tony, or more likely Ms. Potts) must have sent over a cleaner. Groceries put away, he turned to face Bucky.

"Anything you want to do?" Perhaps wrestle again or even just sit quietly together, or even anything else, Steve would be glad to do with Bucky.