He licked at the rim of his coffee cup. It had been a long time since he'd had real hoenst-to-God coffee. This one almost tasted like ...vanilla? "Think that'll be my first date in-" Bucky counted quickly. "In seventy-eight years." He grinned at the idea of Lucky having flowers waiting for him. It was possibly the cutest image he'd had in his head in a long time.
"Think I'm trying to fatten you up? How did you figure me out?" Bucky winked across the coffee.
As much as he was tired of fighting, he was curious. Especially about someone who thought that they could hold their own against him. "How good's your range with that bow? Think you could shoot an apple off my head from say ... three hundred feet?"