Whistling a tune, Steve sauntered into the console room. He tossed a banana at Bucky, who was sitting by himself, practicing his knife tricks. It was a fairly mindless routine that let him focus on other things, a memory game that the eleventh Doctor had taught him some time back. When the fruit came flying, he caught it in his free hand without looking.
The knife spun back into a sheath, and he looked at what his hand had plucked from the air. And then at Steve. "It's a banana."
Steve nodded, beaming. "An old banana!"
Bucky furrowed his brow. "There's new bananas?" He peered at Steve more closely. "Wait. Are you glowing?"
Steve blinked. "What?"
Bucky squinted at him, then smirked, and settled down, unpeeling the banana. "About damn time. 95. Must be some kind of record."