Bucky coughs out a disbelieving laugh, a cloud of breath briefly obscuring his view of Steve. But knowing better than to distract Captain America from a mission -- even if that mission is something as simple as breakfast -- Bucky just shrugs and straightens up.

"Sure," he says dryly, a forgone conclusion. "But there better be pancakes. Gimme a sec."

He's downstairs a couple of minutes later, wrapped up in a motorcycle jacket and a warm blue sweater that's peeking out the bottom, pulling on a pair of black leather gloves after he locks up behind him.

"'Newfangled,'" he quotes, shoving Steve a little as he rolls his eyes. "Anyone ever tell you you got a lousy sense of humor?"