"Right," Bucky replies, with a brief smile, little more than a quirk of his lips to cover up the grimace he's reserving for himself. Steve's just trying to be nice, and here he is, jumping down the guy's throat for taking him out for breakfast. He's done worse in his life to feel guilty about, but his relationship with Steve's felt tenuous enough lately that he can't help but acknowledge the shame that creeps along the back of his neck.

"Think the menu'll be the same?"