Bucky tilted his head in confusion. Whatever stupid thing Steve was doing now (and trust him, he knew it was stupid because Steve was involved in it), seemed even stupider than usual.
And he hadn't invited Bucky.
He couldn't understand half the words they were saying, and not just because he was hiding on a rooftop a couple buildings over. So he had followed Steve and his strays, sue him. For a couple of moments, he had thought the strangely dressed dame or the grumpy looking one had noticed him, but Bucky wasn't the go-to sneak in Brooklyn for nothing.
Bucky tuned back into the conversation (they had been arguing about something called doctor who) to watch them seem to make a decision.
In Bucky's experience, bigger, smarter guys and Steve never seemed to mix well. But even though this group was all of the above (and then some; the blond guy looked like he could take down three of the biggest gangs in Brooklyn without blinking. And the dame...well, Bucky didn't want to think about what that one could probably do given a fork or some other blunt instrument.)
The point to this, though, was that Steve hadn't tried to pick a fight with any of them yet. Given Steve, Bucky was pretty sure this was a new record. The group trooped out of the alley, following closely behind Steve. If it wasn't damn hilarious to think about, Bucky would swear that they were waiting for his orders.