"Sure." Steve didn't mind lending a hand, he just didn't want to step on Bucky's toes - mail was supposed to be private, after all, even though he hoped Bucky knew he could trust Steve to keep quiet, if need be.

"Here," Steve said with a smile - okay, he didn't hand over quite half, more like a third, but Bucky would have to go through it with just the one arm, so he wanted to take it easy on him. Steve settled himself on the ground, leaning against the side of the bed (it just seemed the most natural) and started sorting: bank statements, official documents, information and letters from colleges, and anything that seemed personal. Everything got its own pile. "You're sure a popular guy," he teased gently; there was a lot of mail to go through, but Bucky had been gone a long time, too.