He's been independent, rebellious for so long, willfully doing precisely what everyone told him not to, and still Bucky's tone locks Jason's muscles up tight. He means it, and while Jason still thinks Bucky's out of his damn mind, his traitorous body obeys just long enough for Jason to reconsider the merit of putting this woman down right fucking now.

He drops his arm, trusting Bucky if absolutely nothing else about this situation, and what the fuck, Bucky's showering in the middle of the night? He doesn't do that. "The fuck?" Jason blurts, instantly miserable. Whatever the hell is going on, it seems like the safest bet.