Peggy had some very good points, there, but Bucky just wasn't up to thinking about any of them, not just now. He closed his eyes, planted his forehead in the back of Steve's seat, and let the time pass. He spilled out of the car with some clumsiness, but not enough to make people stare because of his missing arm, and he was avoiding looking at either of the other two when Steve's question came and he had to turn and stare and the blond punk.

"No. I think they'll manage to scrounge up enough to feed you."

His voice was still scraping, but it was. Surprising him how easily the jab came to his mind, to his lips. He almost spoke about Steve's skinny ass, but that wasn't exactly the case anymore, not that some days either of them remembered that, technically. He shook his head, and then actually managed some semblance of a smile.

"I hear their eggs are even fresh, too."

It was a good diner, okay? And, there, Peggy. Your boys were at least trying to make the effort.