Well, to be fair, there are some pretty significant logistical issues they have to hash out.
"I’m telling you," says Sam for approximately the 500000th time, "we’re not all gonna fit on that mattress. There’s just no way.”
"Sure there is." Almost two hours of wandering the display floor have done nothing to curb Darcy’s enthusiasm. "Clint, Bucky, you guys are snipers, you’ll be comfortable hanging off the edge a bit, right? And Steve is totally compactable, I’ve seen how he fits his whole body behind that little shield. Then Natasha and Sam can go on either side of him and I’ll, I don’t know, lie on top of Natasha…"
"You will not."
"Fine, Natasha can lie on top of me, whatever. We’ll be fine! It’ll be fun."
Bucky is the only one who doesn’t join in with the loud chorus of groans. Personally, he doesn’t see the problem.