Bucky catches the bottle with a wry smile and a shake of his head. If only Dum Dum were still around so he could watch the big bear of a man get drunk under the table in a contest with Jessica, a woman who would be less than half his size. Setting the empty bottle on a nearby shelf, he watches as the woman loses the jacket and scarf he's near certain she'd still wear in the sweltering dead of a Hell's Kitchen summer.

He shrugs at the comment. "I've made a few improvements here and there since I moved in," Bucky says while glancing around the apartment. "And the furniture is pretty reinforced, so it's all supposed to stand up to a hell of a lot." His smirk deepens. "I guess this is as good a way as any to test that out."