"Oh - " he blinks, and then laughs, because, "Yeah, that does make sense." Well. Rogers had never been exactly handy, growing up - never had much chance to learn - but Bucky had.

He finally pulls his head out of the cabinet, because said screws are in the toolbox on the table, and he'll need to get them. And the screwdriver. And - "You need to drill holes for those first... right?"

He's doing his best not to stare at Winter - to sort of keep his attention in that general direction without letting the full weight settle on him, like that much might make the other disappear again. Rogers really, really doesn't want that.