The Afterlife of The Party (смешанная)

"Oh no. Hell no."
Bucky freezes with his hand halfway to the giant ornamental vase the new family have just unpacked. Smashing it would be the perfect way to announce himself on moving day: a big, stylish gesture that's ambiguous enough to leave them feeling only slightly unnerved until he decides things need to escalate.
That is, it would be the perfect way to announce himself if a skinny blond kid hadn't just walked through the living room wall.
"This house is taken, pal. What the fuck?"
"Uh, this is my family." The kid is standing there awkwardly, like they're still corporeal and he might have to duck or deliver a punch in the near future.
"This is my house." He narrows his eyes and slowly gets to his feet. The guy's eyes keep flicking to his missing arm and Bucky is starting to see red. "And I don't appreciate other people living in it."
[in which Dead Dorks in Love, awkward ghost sex, and a whole lot of accidental feelings happen]