"I still don't like you running off to Russia by yourself."
"I won't be by myself, Steve. I'll be with two other agents," Bucky continues tossing unfolded clothes into a duffle bag.
Steve sighs as he removes the clothes, folds them, and puts them back more neatly. "Yeah but, it's just that I spent months trying to find you and now that I have, I hardly see you. You go to Brazil, Spain, and now Russia!"
"It was Belize, not Brazil. Did I pack a toothbrush?" he rummages through his bag and then zips it up, satisfied. He turns to smile at Steve but finds that he's sitting on the edge of the bed with his head down. "What is it, Stevie? This is no different than any other mission I've been on."
"Sure."
"Are you going to sit there and sulk or are you going to walk me to the door and say goodbye?" Bucky shoulders his bag and puts his hand on his hip.
Steve sighs and stands, "Come on, you'll be late," he smiles and grabs his friend on the shoulder, steering him towards to door. They walk down to the landing pad where a helicopter is waiting to fly The Winter Soldier and two high-level S.H.I.E.L.D. agents to northern Russia where they must resolve a case.
"Bye, Steven," Bucky says when he reaches the helicopter's open door, "I know you'll miss me!" he grins and gives him a hug.
"Make sure your phone is charged. I'll be calling you later, I know you don't start working until the morning. I've done this too you know," Steve waves and then the helicopter is gone.