“I don't think he has a job, Sam,” Steve said quietly.
Bucky was in the shower. Again.
“Well, he's gonna need one.” Sam didn't even glance up from his cell phone, ordering pizza for dinner because they didn't have much else left. “Boy eats like a horse.”
“I know.” Steve winced. “Sorry.”
“Don't be sorry,” Sam smirked, “just help the guy out.”
“I will. I've been thinking. See, I'm not sure he has any ID, or social security. He just stared at me blankly when I brought it up.”
“Language barrier,” Sam pointed out.
“And all this rules out a lot of work.” Steve leant back on the couch, folded his arms. “I don't want him too far away for now. I think it'd be better if he stayed close to the beach so I can keep an eye on him.”
Sam smirked again. “Mm hm.”
“I'm serious, Sam. I'm worried how
