Steve set the broom back in its place, suddenly even more nervous than he had been at the thought of Marie and Bucky meeting. Before it had seemed more abstract, an 'of course they're going to meet' sort of idea; but now Bucky was on his way down, and it was steadily approaching and inevitable. He wondered suddenly if they should've done this somewhere else. This was his turf, and by extension Bucky's, which put Marie at a disadvantage, which wasn't at all fair to her.

Glancing around, he thought about offering her a seat - but he kinda thought she'd be too polite to take it, and it would probably be better if she were standing when Bucky showed up, anyway. She'd want to stand to greet him, and just-- Steve didn't know, it just seemed like a good idea if she were standing. Still, he wanted to be a good host: she'd literally followed a virtual stranger to his home, regardless of the fact they were soulmates. "D'you want somethin' ta drink?" he asked.