Shawarma and all kinds of Bad Karma
Afterwards, with Loki taken in by SHIELD, they went for Shawarma.
Bucky ate more than his fair share. He shovelled food into his face like he’d never eat again - his poor Ma would be ashamed if she was there to see the utter lack of all good table manners. It was delicious and he was starving. Only, once his appetite was sated, he fell into an exhausted kind of stupor that needed at minimum twenty-three hours of sleep to fix.
He was staring off into space, blinking tiredly with eyelids that only got heavier, when Tony called his name.
“Huh?” Bucky blinked over at him.
The billionaire rolled his eyes good-naturedly before repeating what he’d said. “I was just saying that your file was entirely inadequate. I mean, it was suggested that you might be slightly enhanced what with the whole surviving deep freeze thing, but clearly ‘slightly’ is a mute word.”
Bucky blinked dumbly at him, trying to get the cylinders in his brain to start firing again. “What’re you talkin’ ‘bout, Stark?”
“First, I told you to call me Tony.” Tony reminded, holding up a finger as if counting down. “And second,” he dropped his finger, apparently done with the visual aid, “I’m talking about you being as enhanced as Cap! And no one thought to tell us that!”
Bucky and Steve exchanged quietly confused looks before turning the expression up a notch to pin Stark with.
“Bucky’s not enhanced, Tony. He’s just a regular guy.” Steve said slowly like someone explaining something very simple to a very stupid person.
“You guys don’t actually believe that?” It was, surprisingly, Clint who asked; sounding far too shocked and vaguely amused.
“Whaddya want from me? I didn’t get none of Steve’s super juice. I’m just me.” Bucky shrugged his shoulders wishing this whole thing would end. All he wanted was to go back to their apartment, take a long ass shower and then climb into bed for at least two days.
“No, see, no one can do the things you did today without some kind of enhancement. I mean, come on, you were keeping up with Steve in the field, and he’s enhanced! Doesn’t that tell you something?” Tony pressed pointedly.
Bucky rolled his eyes, pulling himself to his feet with a noticeable wobble. “It tells me that we all need some well-earned rest. Particularly you, Tony.” Bucky offered the man a small grin. “Come on, Stevie, let’s get the hell outta here. I think I could sleep for a week!”
Steve’s short laugh turned into a groan as he levered himself to his feet. They had to lean against one another to keep upright and moving. Neither one of them turned around for Tony’s spluttered protest; paying it no heed beyond a sloppy wave thrown over their shoulders.
Together they stumbled their way past the emergency crews and recovery operatives that were already hard at work. Though many stopped to stare, not one of them tried to stop the faltering duo on their way. Bucky was in ordinarily pleased with their consideration. It glowed warm in the bottom of his stomach.
The warmth was all too quickly sucked away when they got to their apartment building only to see the top three floors were in various conditions of caved in or destroyed.
Including the top floor apartment of two recently returned World War two soldiers.
The cuss Bucky gave was awful enough to almost resurrect his dear departed Ma – if only so she could tan him a new hide.