Dinner tray balanced easily on his forearm, Steve entered his own room and locked the door behind him, the smell of roast chicken and freshly baked bread making him nearly dizzy with hunger.
Crossing to the connecting door between his and Bucky's room, he gave it three quick raps, and waited.
After about a minute he rapped again. Still no answer.
Not liking to enter without Bucky's permission, Steve hesitated for a moment, then eased the door open an inch.
"Bucky?"
His old friend didn't answer but, with the door open, he could hear the sound of the shower running.