Okay. Whatever. I need space,” Bucky says, and instead of standing his ground Steve sighs and acquiesces, leaving Bucky in the bedroom alone.*Steve lasts for all of a minute, sequestered outside of the closed bedroom door. The safehouse has only about a million ways he could entertain himself right now but all Steve wants is to make this right.“I’m sorry,” Steve says through the door, his voice echoing slightly in the empty hall. He feels slightly ill with how rotten he’s been. “I’ll get you another one! I’ll get you ten! We’ve got the money.”“It’s not the money,” Bucky replies, voice muffled and so miserable Steve’s stomach clenches up. “It's the thought of the money that counts.”There’s a pause while Steve’s mind stutters and starts like a faulty engine. He lays a palm flat against the door.“What?” Steve asks, weakly.