The cot creaks as Steve sits next to Bucky, gaze traveling over his injured arm. He still seems to be favoring it just a little but it's not too severe. They've both had worse.

"Nah. Like you said, too rambunctious. Morita kept saying something about picking up Spanish girls and something they can do with their tongue." He nearly blushes. "I dunno. Sounded like something you'd want in on though."

Bucky's always been quite a ladies man, after all. Steve had been dragged on enough miserable double dates back in New York to know, but ever since they'd been over here in Europe they'd been too busy to pursue any kind of company. Steve figures Bucky's got some steam he wants to blow off.