It's three in the afternoon, and the only one in the diner was the man with the bun. Tadashi was ready to head home. He knew for a fact that his brother didn't go to his after-school robotics club half of the time (thanks to some cheap tracking devices), and the thought was making him bounce up and down. If there wasn't anyone around, he could get a headstart on busting his brother out of whatever trouble he'd gotten himself into this time. And they were both screwed if Hiro got home before he did...

But there was the man, just sitting there. He hadn't ordered anything, either. He was just sitting there. Staring. At nothing.

And Tadashi couldn't leave until he did.

Suppressing a sigh, Tadashi stepped forward, plastering a smile on his face.

"What can I get you?"

The man blinked, like he was just realizing where he was. He shifted, and Tadashi caught the gleam of metal underneath his jacket.

Tadashi gaped for a moment, before forcing his eyes to move. There weren't many people with metal arms. This man had to be a veteran, or something. That had to explain the vibe he was giving off. The least Tadashi could do was be a friendly server.

He widened his smile, hoping that it looked genuine.

"Sir?" He asked again. "Are you ready to order?"

The man's eyes were glued to the table. "I don't know."

Tadashi bit his lip. "I mean, I can always come back -"

"I'm not sure what I like," the man repeated, his voice low. "I haven't ordered a meal in - in a long time."

Tadashi felt himself soften. The man definitely had to be lost, even if he wasn't in the military. Before he could stop himself, he was sliding into the both across from the man. The stranger's blue eyes widened in surprise.

"I can help you figure out what you like," Tadashi offered, gently prying the menu out of the man's hands. "Do you...do you remember?"

"A little," the man admitted, his eyes pinching at the edges. "Maybe I shouldn't have come-"

"Joe's the chef," Tadashi said, cutting him off firmly. "And I'm pretty sure he'll make whatever you want. All you have to do is try a little bit of everything."

He ignored the clock hanging on the wall opposite from him, glancing down at the menu. Hiro always started with dessert first. And bringing a slice of pie back for his little brother might lessen his guilt.

"Okay, so...apple or blueberry first?"

The man flashed a tentative smile.

"Blueberry."

"Did you have a nice time on your walk?"

Bucky looked up. The living room to their level of the Avengers Tower was big enough to hold fifty people, but it was just Sam. And Steve.

Steve, who was staring at him with that stupid, concerned puppy dog face that he almost always wore.

"Yeah," Bucky nodded. "I did."

And he smiled.

It was the second time Bucky had smiled since he'd stop trying to attack them.

Steve couldn't decide if he was nervous or ecstatic.