[Bucky couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. If he didn't know better, he'd think that was suggestive, maybe even that Steve was coming onto him. But he does know better. He's not much of a catch any more, and especially not for someone as kind, funny, intelligent, and sexy as hell as Steve Rogers.]

Pancakes.

[Bucky sounds decisive.]

I don't care that they're a breakfast food, pancakes are the food of the Gods. Feed me pancakes for the rest of my life, and maybe I'll die in a diabetic coma from the sugar, but I'll die a happy man.

[He swings a left into an alleyway between a McDonalds and a Target. Obviously Nat had been waiting for a reply, because the phone dings again barely a minute later.

FROM: Nat
To: Steve

Hot long-haired vet? ;) Make sure you pick up some protection, Steve. And I will be expecting a call tomorrow with all the information.]